Buy One, Get One
Roy never used the utility knife to break down boxes.
The Loneliness of the Long-distance Woman
Here you are in a room in the Hotel Bologna on the periphery of a fantastic city. He has gone.
Look at What We Did
The name’s Haumie, but everyone calls me Homie. I’m not really a homie – that’s just what my nan called me and it stuck.
Polite Footprints
“Fish amok. ” “Amuck. ” “You can’t mock, it’s not polite!” Heather’s antenna was up now, tuned in to the conversation.
The Deliberate Reader
The first time James bought a second-hand unread book he was pleased; happy, even, and it only cost a single coin.
Underneath the Motherland
Forget the Empire State Building.
Fishing Boy
My mother was a half-Balinese, half-New Zealand blend of Māori-whaler-Polish missionary.
Single Mothers Are Easy
We bottleneck at the back door. The girls are wearing their best dresses, little white socks, and brand-new shiny, red shoes.
Unwinding Is-ness
I spent most of my long, spare hours of youth sitting on the dorm stoop, eyes reddened by the incessant Albuquerque wind.