Geisha in the City of Death

“Wake up, wake up, wake up,” Neena hears this machine mantra repeated, close to her ear, as someone shakes her, jostles her, but without any real…


The Birds and the Bees

Dad threw the knife clattering down between us on the kitchen floor. We were both already oiled down and wearing loincloths. I had a bad feeling…


The Day I Wanted to Give Humanity a Hand

Here comes the bus at last. It eases to a stop, makes that sound as if it, too, is just plain exhausted and can’t go on another foot. The door folds…