In the opening story of Rohin Guha’s 'Relief Work' we are treated to vomit, Steve Madden shoes, diarrhea, and the euphemism “eat-hole.” Later there are blow jobs, teenagers, mothers, grandmothers, ghost dogs leaving ghost shits, and a keen yearning for connection and continuity; if you’re smart--and you are--then you know that all these things are little glowing marks on the axis of life that can only be puzzled out long after the fact. In Rohin’s world, we go home, live, drink coffee, unfurl, fuck and fall asleep with the puzzle pieces stuck to our cheek. We wake up and laugh at the reddened indentations on our faces, and even though our small tragedies make us ache something terrible, we call our mamas and tell them we love them. 'Relief Work' is a smart, funny, nasty little darling wretch of a
mama, and you will love her. Promise.

An excerpt from Relief Work (which has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize!) can be read here:
http://unionstationmag.com/2010/11/fiction-rohin-guha/

56 pages
cover artwork by Paul K. Tunis

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