“The old will die, and the young will forget.” CHARACTERS: BONNIE: Mom. American woman. JAMIL: Dad. Middle Eastern man. DEMA: Daughter. Half. Thirteen years old. NOOR: Daughter. Half. Ten years old. GAIL: Next-door neighbor. MARK: Gail’s husband. ACTOR: A man, a prophet. Supernatural, unrelenting, paranormal, transcendent, and psychic. Note: / indicates an overlap with the …
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My mother’s village is about an hour’s drive south from Beirut. The route starts on the coast, the sea to the right, vast, blue, and sparkling in the sun. Beyond the army checkpoint in Sidon, smaller roads east and farther south wind through busy villages lined by short concrete buildings with storefronts on the ground …
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I It was three days after Christmas when I came home from work and found the gift bag leaning up against my door. “Love, Aunt Gloria,” read the card in her spidery cursive script, the kind that stymied children. I pulled a tin of cheap mint chocolates from the bag. Frango was stamped in bloodred …
Story from Issue 22.1
title taken from Tommy Pico’s Nature Poem I walked like a rage into the body of my life, which insisted the end of grief camein the fulfillment of desire, but desire, like loneliness, is a hunger it willcome back I muzzled grief I desired with a desire beyond desireI repeated the word until it grew …
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