The Invention of Morel

The Invention of Morel

One of these people, a woman, sits on the rocks to watch the sunset every afternoon. She wears a bright scarf over her dark curls; she sits with her hands clasped on one knee; her skin is burnished by prenatal suns,- her eyes, her black hair, her bosom make her look...
The Day It Rained Forever

The Day It Rained Forever

And The Rock Cried Out “When I was a young man I was very full of wildness and ideas. I read all of the books from France by a man named Jules Verne. I see you know his name. But at night I many times thought I must be an inventor. That is all gone by; I never...
Four Thousand Weeks

Four Thousand Weeks

You only ever get to feel certain about the future once it’s already turned into the past. Likewise, and despite everything I’ve been saying, nobody ever really gets four thousand weeks in which to live – not only because you might end up with fewer than that,...
The Sellout

The Sellout

“Did you get anything good for your birthday?” Hominy pointed to the blue-and-white cigarette-box-sized signs stickered under the windows that lined the front third of the bus. PRIORITY SEATING FOR SENIORS, DISABLED, AND WHITES Personas Mayores, Incapacitadas y Güeros...
Homesick for Another World

Homesick for Another World

AN HONEST WOMAN By eight o’clock, the rains had arrived in lazy, side-sweeping sheets, battering Jeb’s windows. The sky was black now, but lightning turned it amethyst and smoky each time it cracked overhead. Jeb had showered, put on a clean shirt, combed his hair...