Tun-tun Goes to Lahore

We do not forget, especially when we try. And that is why I will not fill your head with these stories: you will have nothing to forget.



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A tilted view of the side of an apartment building through a glass window; the interior lights are reflected on the glass.

Plastic Bag

More and more men had been coming into the store and asking for plastic bags.


A person stands in a gateway and casts a long shadow back into a courtyard. The photo is black and white, and at a sideways angle.

Damnage

You feel old for your age. You didn’t used to stare at windows and cry. But then, you didn’t used to have this much trouble falling asleep, even before you started amputating memories.


The cover of Sister Golden Calf; a peach rectangle sits in the foreground of a desert motif and bears the title, author name, and a variety of disembodied calf legs.

Excerpt from Sister Golden Calf

Animal magnetism unto me. The impossible object, confoundedly made to be at home in the world—the natural world that’s always trying new ways of surviving, not this indoor world of industrial artifact.


An Idaho license plate with multiple registrations tickers arrayed on top of it.

Plates

My father had never been a tidy man, so it was not a surprise to see the boxes stacked three high along the hallway, or the piles of Bowhunter on the coffee table, or the taxidermy stacked against the wall.


A vista of a snow covered cabin, with a snow covered wire fence in the foreground and barren trees behind the cabin.

Light and Moon

And there she was, milky-skinned and wrapped in white cloth so fine it looked spider-woven. Her eyes looking back at us as if she were not a baby, but a god.


The cover of the collection The Rage Letters

The Night Owls

I come from a long line of doomed women.