Maps Left in Rain

If the novel is a house, this book is a shoreline. The stories in Maps Left in Rain were not constructed with scaffolding or linear foundations. They arrived like postcards from an unreliable past—each carrying a smudged return address. I did not write them to explain; I wrote to preserve what explanation might erase: the glint of sunlight on a flooded runway, the shape of a mango tree's shadow lo...