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Genie in Pieces

Father is the name for what guards the front door. The world outside is full of noise. A truck, a lawnmower, a dog, and then another.

Avenue

The doctor delivers the diagnosis. He tells Gulisa, ‘It could be worse.’

Of Humankind

On a dirt street, in a one-room shack with a rain-tempered roof, lived a woman who sold sex to the workers of her district, and she did this because of all the ways one made money in the hard-mouthed world, this was the easiest for her.

Homecoming

We were always trying to get her attention. ‘Your mother is busy,’ said our father. ‘She is an important woman.’

The Robe

Our father is a woodcutter driven to drink, and when he drinks he likes to talk.