Priya begins by striking the words love, hate, heart, and feel from the computer’s vocabulary, and blocks the internet. It isn’t with malicious intent. She d...
It has been one hundred and thirteen years since our mother’s pear and red date soup slid along my tongue, and now I taste only the sweetness of soil and rot...
Remember that they are people. Most of them will be just as awed by what you can do as all your other audiences. If they’ve invited you, then they want you h...
The chiripas came with the rain season. They were small, bean-sized insects the color of coffee that ran and hid whenever they felt seen and followed. At fir...
I haven’t seen Moira for fourteen years, but I dream about her all the time. The dream is always the same. We’re six years old and we’re dragons again — jump...
White wings flashing in the gloom. Kingfisher. Perch, a hoarse rattle; head cocked, black eyes intent as I paddle upstream. Swoop to a new branch; chatter. H...