Writing

Selected Short Fiction Publications:

“More Than a Lion” forthcoming in The Forge, late 2021

Christmas morning, during my sister’s visit, we came out to find a lion in the living room.

“The Night Skiers” forthcoming in Shenandoah, December 2021

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.”

“Your Tomorrow Clothes” forthcoming in Gulf Coast, October 2021

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. 

“Coiffeur Seven” forthcoming in Strange Horizons, December 2021

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.

“Lalbir’s Laugh” in Gone Lawn

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.

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“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.

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“A Girl Like Elsie”

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.

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“An Out-of-Town Businessman”

Item, the first: a recent newspaper clipping, rapidly becoming well-worn.

An out-of-town businessman has disappeared from a New York hotel.

 

 


“The Shape of a Prayer”

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.

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Random Words of Praise

“Saini can write.” –Don Frisch, Grand Rapids Press

“So fucking strange, but oddly relatable.” –James McEwen

“Wow! Where did THIS come from?” –Tim Ackerly

“Chillingly beautiful. I held my breath reading it.” –Sylvia Crosbie