On the morning of the Naming Day, I am up early.

There is a bleached skeleton that holds no marrow

Your thoughts trek to all the points of the compass, but still that twist eludes you

'Do you think he's sometimes too perfect?' she said quietly.

When he was only six years old his mother sent him to the mosque to learn the Quran

"That tree," he says. "It's looking at me."

Death came around once a month...

The tree stood at ten, maybe twelve feet tall, but as far as the boy was concerned, it might as well have reached the grainy, spring sky.

A long way overhead a jet soared, like a gull on currents of air.

For my fifteenth birthday, Granddad took me to Brown’s.

On the Bright Side by Edward Jones For seven years, dead girls came to my office.

It was Christmas the first time they made love; he said it felt like coming home