The Trees

The Trees

Granny C always looked a little sad. And why not? Wheat was her son. Charlene hated the woman nearly as much as she hated Wheat, but never showed it; she was an old woman, and in the South you respect your elders. Her four grandchildren, three years to ten, looked...
The Lark Ascending

The Lark Ascending

There is a familiar moment on any walk of reasonable length. Our sense of time undergoes an almost imperceptible transformation; the distance to our destination no longer concerns us, our point of departure is located in the past and we feel vividly but gracefully...
The Sellout

The Sellout

“White babes don’t do nothing for me. You know that.” “Bullshit, your fucking hard-on woke me up.” “Aversion therapy.” “What’s that?” I balked at telling her about my father locking my head into the tachistoscope and for three hours flashing split-second images of the...
The Power Of Geography

The Power Of Geography

The demonstrations continued for several days, during which dozens of people were killed; but the regime’s grip was easily strong enough to ensure that Ahmadinejad served a second term. However, the fault lines had not gone away; indeed, they are magnified each...
We Measure The Earth With Our Bodies

We Measure The Earth With Our Bodies

Ama was an oracle. The realization came to my mother late in life, when her monthly bleedings stopped and something else opened inside. Some in our village called it an affliction. They said there was a crack in her mind that left her open to spirits who would consume...
Wind, Sand and Stars

Wind, Sand and Stars

A handful of pilots, of whom Mermoz was one, surveyed the CasabIanca-Dakar line across the territory inhabited by the refractory tribes of the Sahara. Motors in those days being what they were, Mermoz was taken prisoner one day by the Moors. The tribesmen were unable...