Flash Frog

I stood in line to pay for my cart of groceries exhausted from working at the pharmacy, sorting pills for people who need them, people who think they need them, and some looking to fix what is broken and beyond repair, and in line…

The baker’s mother teaches her how to score bread. She is not a baker yet. Her nose barely brushes the flour-dusted table, even when she stretches on her tip-tip-toes.  Let me, her mother says and lifts the baker up onto her body, pillowed by…

My dearest erzi was four when the men from Beijing took him away. See how smoothly your child moves in the water, they said. He will serve our country well. Just like that, he was gone. In the place of his sweet laugh, a…