Em and the Big Hoom

by Jerry Pinto

Was this just how people remembered things, in patches and images, or was this the repression of a painful memory?

The light is golden with a touch of blue, as if the sky were leaking.

Those who suffer from mental illness and those who suffer from the mental illness of someone they love grow accustomed to such invasions of their privacy.

I would have prayed to any god, any god at all, if I could have been handed a miracle, a whole mother, a complete family, and with it, the ability to turn and look away.