Est. 2008

Est. 2008

Consulate

Klan

Elijah flung himself on his bed, jammed his hands behind his head, and stared at the double-winged models of WWI fighter planes hanging from...

Morphology

    The flies showed up in January. I left for work and there was nothing, but when I got home there they were—maybe fifty of...

Maternity Suit

  When she started at Ridout and Finney’s, Melanie was very careful about what she wore. Light brown pumps with a medium heel, a wool...

Charlotte Quinn Dreams of Rooms

  Charlotte Quinn is six the first time I see her, with fine yellow hair and a pink birthmark she’ll have on her cheek til...

Staccato

  Here the men are different. Of course they are. They could not be the same as us. I knew that this would be so....

Cold

  The house was cold. A malevolent kind of cold. Like something haunted. The cold blew in and out of Ravi. It was like the...

The Poetry Audition

Excerpted from Good Night, Mr. Kissinger and Other Stories, available now from UPL Books. Bahram and Jamshed were dressed alike as children because their father...

In the Dark

  What was that.   A sound. Outside, by the door.   Paul?   Wait. He’s in Ottawa. No. Miami.   Even further.   I feel around for the phone I always keep in the...

Getting Lost

  Rainbo1 and Marie2 are both watching the same lone pigeon3 walk along the edge of the curb at the bus stop. Its left foot is...

The Jammette

Sangita Gopalsingh paced back and forth before the wrought iron gates of her home, her white nightie swishing in the late evening breeze. The...