Byline: Serena Alagappan

The Smell of Salt

“We rolled the shoes / over like small, still bodies.”

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Telescoping Morning

“In the succeeding entries, we telescope our mornings by recounting and recasting. Each succeeding morning of a series is composed in exactly half the number of words of the previous. Diminish with us below.”

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With Precious Memories of Howard Friedman

A eulogy to an artist, a father, a husband and a man whose memories live on with his family.

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A Different Kind of Sound

Sign language stories in Barnes and Nobles.

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Our Fatal Flaws

“It was like my whole world filtered through a telescope when I knew you, all I needed was to look your way to think, yes, everything else is far and unimportant.”

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Love According to Gabriel García Márquez

“Love is a breath, and a surprise, and the common space between two solitudes, and two bodies.”

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Witness Theater

Art, trauma, and the Holocaust

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The Skeleton in the Sea

“A part of this planet for 500,000 years, the Great Barrier Reef bears both the wisdom and ache of old age.”

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Barbed Beauty

“Perhaps we must accept that we are simply watchers of beautiful forms. And if we acknowledge that we are observers, bound by our own frailties and limitations, we may be able to rescue the memory of what was, for an instant, exquisite.”

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Storyteller

“He had built a life before, and watched it fall apart.”

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To Talk To Jellyfish

When she was seven, Kaya said, “If I ever grow up and have my own bank account, the first thing I’m gonna buy is a Christmas tree and then Christmas tree ornaments.”

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A Prayer in Passing

“‘Would you like a prayer?'”

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