Dark
Light
Where I Belong
Sunset gleamed off the Atlantic Ocean, blazing the crest of every wave. Late, and the Florida beach…
The Museum of Mistakes
Lobna lived as if apologizing to the world for her presence in it. In her movements, her stillness,…
The Beach at 27
I hate it here. Not here, here, as in this hangar of a…
Lassnight
Don’t know where to begin—Wait—Okay, so it’s like this: All nights are stolen, and where…
Our Ladies of Perpetual Solitude
The call came before the sun. Teresa walked over to the stove clutching the old, corded phone to…
Iron Bars: A Must
Karim assured her that the man was certain the address was correct. He didn’t believe their apartment…
The Issue of the Light Well
It was one of the children who threw the banana, the tangerine peels, or the seed shells…
Decay
In my earliest memories, everything is quiet. Not peaceful, but subdued, as if the world is holding…
Ride the Peter Pan
There were times when it seemed like all the beauty was sucked out of my life. This…
The Book of Time
Baghdad, 840 A.D. I must inform whoever will stumble upon this manuscript that I have written it with…