What She Could Not Make
By Babak Lakghomi - Mar 30, 2020
The man gave her a long stick, showed her the road to the first monastery. He showed her to strike the ground with her stick when she was in danger.
Read More >Her First
By Babak Lakghomi - Oct 29, 2018
In the mirror, the daughter’s head looked like a bloated cantaloupe. The doctor was going to be there any moment.
Read More >excerpt of “Floating Notes”
By Babak Lakghomi - Jul 31, 2018
I don’t remember the first time I wrote my name. What I do remember is the first time someone else was called my name. I told him that was my name too, but he couldn’t believe it. He was a fat boy with a puffy face. He looked like a little boxer.
Read More >Shelter
By Babak Lakghomi - Sep 11, 2017
He does not know how to find the studs. He still goes around the rooms drilling holes into the walls. He inserts ...
Read More >Two Pills
By Babak Lakghomi - Jul 6, 2017
When I had invited the man to my room, I hadn’t expected him to show up with a woman. I had chewed up two pills ...
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