“Pigeons in Every Universe” in The Masters Review
Ma is banging pots in the kitchen, and this is how I know Grapa is on the roof feeding the pigeons. The HOA had a meeting about him and Ma is worried about eviction.
“Amrit” in The Magazine of Fantasy & Science Fiction
The Unit wore a hot pink turban with leopard spots. His beard was tucked neatly under his chin, and the turban was impressively crisp. He sported a slim-fitting jodhpuri suit like he was on his way to a party. The hem of its purple satin jacket slashed diagonally across his hips. “Mr. Singh?” He extended his hand. “I’m Amrit, your Senior Well-Being Unit.”
“More Than a Lion” in The Forge Literary
Christmas morning, during my sister’s visit, we came out to find a lion in the living room.
- Selected for Best Small Fictions, 2023
“The Night Skiers” in Shenandoah
Joanie Beaver told Seema that she could talk anybody’s mother into anything, so when Seema’s mom pulled up outside the roller rink, Joanie cracked her knuckles and said, “Watch me work.”
“Coiffeur Seven” in Strange Horizons
Today one of the minders rolls one Veena Kaur Chan into my hairbay for a shampoo and cut. New client, transferring in from Palliative. Brainstem stroke. Unsuccessful rehabilitation. Pancreatic cancer. Ouch. Triple whammy.
- reprinted in Etherea Magazine
“Your Tomorrow Clothes” in Gulf Coast
When it finally comes time to lay them out, I can’t decide between the print with the tree silhouettes, or the flowing red with gold embroidery, shimmering and geometrical like a mosaic.
Three decades had passed since Harminder Singh had heard that laugh. It was thirty years distant and it was another country, on the other side of the world, but there was no mistaking it.
“The Augury of Bats” in Tahoma Literary Review
Sheri tells me there are bats in her closet. “They’re diving and circling around and diving again.” Sheri is four and, as far as I know, has never seen a bat.
“A Girl Like Elsie” in Glimmer Train
I tell Mama I waitress in the Village so she don’t have to cut me out of her heart. But when I come home with bruises on my wrists and she’s rocking in her chair by the window in that quiet rhythm, I want to say to her, Mama, the john wrench my arms down to the floor and slap me upside the head while he’s getting his money’s worth tonight.
- Pushcart Prize Nominee
“The Shape of a Prayer” in Chelsea
She comes out of the bedroom with her eyes glazed so thick with sleep you know she cannot recognize you. She holds the wall like an ivy creeper. She is low to the ground.
“The Year of the Humming Turban” forthcoming in PRISM International – It was about three weeks after my father died that I heard his turban start to hum. [coming in late Spring 2023]
“The Thin Rising Line” forthcoming in Bullet Points – In the event that the inspector wanted to see the weapon discharged, the steel mesh would prevent potential carpet burns. Dad set the tripod down in the living room and Robbi ran the microfiber cloth over the parts so no dust would reveal their neglect. He touched the metal with the back of his hand. “It’s cold. He’ll know we had it in the basement.” [coming in September 2023]
“The Escher Effect” forthcoming in The Fabulist – Maurits hated the immense sculpture that had been constructed smack dab in the center of his kitchen window view. Sixteen stories high and shaped like a giant inverted beehive, it was visible from three blocks away, even without his telescope. [coming soon]