Category: Stories

November Rain

  “I’ve come ten thousand miles,” he’d say. “At least you can open the door.” Or sometimes he’d simply stand there and say “Hello,” his eyes like swimming pools of blue pain. She could visualize the moment: it was November … read more

Masks

The mask loomed out at her. It grimaced, gray and twisted, bordered by tufts of wiry black hair: the face of a gorilla mad with rage. Yasuko sat stiffly in the theater, her hands folded, her back straight and waist … read more

Krishna’s Rasa Dance

From her heavenly abode the goddess Radha, once a Hindu cowgirl, tells her ancient tale: It was a luminous night, some five thousand years ago. The River Yamuna ran swift and silver beside the town of Brindaban. Restless, unable to … read more