Grafted Soul

The day didn’t dawn. I sat in the kitchen wrapped in my father’s old blanket, hands wrapped around a long-empty mug of coffee. I wanted to be patient for the sunrise, but found myself sorely lacking in that virtue. The dregs of French press colored the bottom and sides of my mug, and I wandered …

Alone

by Faith Eirans   The recordings started at 3.30 AM, loud and shrill, reverberating down the backwater that separated the mainland and the peninsula with the thousand names of Lakshmi, she who bestows prosperity. The smell of freshly caught fish permeated the air as she woke up to relieve herself and wash her hair with …

As She Watched

As she watched him, she knew what he was thinking.  The kids called out harsh names like retard, and stupid, while the adults used more dignified terms such as simpleton and challenged, but there was nothing slow about her.  If anything the rest of the world slowed down before her heightened awareness.  She took the …

There Was No Escaping His Father’s Words

They sat across the table from each other. His father had that, ‘I don’t want to smile but what can I say, I expected as much and here you are just like we sat when you were a kid and cared little for what I said or did,’ look on his face. As they stared …