Montreal Serai

Phula did not look tall enough for a twelve-year-old, but that was the age she went by. It had been  Read more…

Jennie was seven when she first met Tai,  her father’s sister. Sadashiv, her father,   had been longing to return to  Read more…

Two excerpts from a forthcoming debut collection of short stories, Bombay Wali and other stories, by Veena Gokhale, Guernica Editions,  Read more…

The Tao Book Club gang was  safely ensconced in the corner of the restaurant mezzanine by the time I got  Read more…

In the mid-1960s Alonzo Martin and his brother Victor inherited a stony farm in the Luberon from a bachelor uncle,  Read more…

Who made us and our world? The questionhas baffled humans for centuries, and resulted in stories known as the “myths  Read more…

Dans le secret moite de ma poche de paletot, mon index lèche sans répit la courbe de la languette. Avec  Read more…

There goes Rudy!  Now that is a tuff dude— what’s up carnal! Everybody greets him. As the homies pay their  Read more…

    The insistent electronic beeping of my alarm clock jolts me from sleep.  Beep beep.  I see 4:30 in  Read more…

      Tous les quelques jours, en marchand sur Quattro Venti, je croise un vendeur de bricoles itinérant. Ils  Read more…

    They met at an art college in London, England, not at the posh Slade or arty Goldsmiths, but  Read more…

  He creeps through shadows, robed in dark colors to blend with his surroundings. Every breath he takes is measured,  Read more…

  Burning hot it keeps becoming, and Professor Ivor and I have been traipsing around the island. Tall, angular, and  Read more…

      Il était une fois un petit monstre très laid et très méchant, qui portait en lui des  Read more…

    C’est en descendant de la montagne que je l’aperçus pour la première fois. Mon premier réflexe eût été  Read more…

  Los Angeles, February 1972   Dear children: When I myself was a child, in Italy, and toured the country  Read more…

  Their love was banned. He was secular and she was religious. Mais l’amour était profond comme un puit dans  Read more…

Pain was his lot. He had to endure it constantly since . . .  Well, he could not even remember  Read more…

  In a café somewhere a light switch clicked behind a blue paint-chipped door. The bright light which crept out  Read more…

  …I don’t know why I’ve agreed to this… but here I am… here we are… he briskly raps the  Read more…

            In grade seven, I had a crush on Eric.  Tall, lean, gorgeous Eric.  He was in the same year  Read more…

                Samira sat on the floor of her adobe hut studying her hands as carefully as if she  Read more…

   In the tradition of Sadat Hasan Manto:   A man by the name of X hopped from one shelter  Read more…

   I met him in a dream.  It was a bar, and I sat staring into the long mirror as  Read more…