Category: Fiction

The Raised Eyebrow

            To look at Kartar Jain, you would not know that he was born of rape. His face is like a melon, his lips protrusions of wet fruit, and if there is a pit inside him, it is as soft and pliable as his little limbs and the palette of loose skin that is his belly. […]

Early Morning Thoughts

It’s not early morning anymore. It was when I woke up. There’s a pot of coffee on. I shouldn’t drink it all. I probably will. It’s snowing, lightly. I’m revising my book, Girl Island. I can make it better. More immediate and fleshed out in the beginning. Stronger through the characters. I revise in the […]

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