Strands of Jupiter
Our resident astrologer was a strict vegetarian Hindu who wore his caste marks on his forehead. With stained fingers he spread out charts and filled the room with the [...]
For The Love of Fidel
It all started when the doorbell rang and my grandmother allowed Fidel Castro to sweep past her to where my mother lay on a low divan piled high with [...]
This is how we grieve
Lay your flag on my wall, their bodies, those streets Baghdad. Beirut. Sydney. Paris. Name the things that terrify you Jihad. Sharia. Muslim. Refugee. Inside cities crowded with impromptu [...]