It happens now your breath is still your own breath, your sorrow works its secret little work in you, your heart is still a stumbling fawn, in ...
Fictional Arts
When autumn wind sighs over mitchell grass downs I look for you stencilled black against the coppery glow. We speak of simple things living a l ...
Madeline’s mirror told her she’s fat. It appalled at her shapeless dress, covering a chunk of flesh. She looked at her broad shoulders and ...
Like shivering stars sprinkled over a black carpet of tonight, the silver bubbles rise from the bottom of the ocean of my mind and like the sta ...
My grandma didn’t have a kitchen for a year and a while more. She hadn’t become my grandmother yet. A just-retired husband and dwindling fa ...
In what universe counting chances under grey skies like paper flowers. I thought there might be a chance fragile, uncertain opening into night ...
Words lingered on the iridescently blue screen in ...
Lately, the sparring had become something of a routine, or perhaps it had always been, she mused as they ambled home from a friend’ ...
i) Dear Gaza When this is over I will come to Beit Lahia and help Mosab plant strawberries for Refaat. I will bring watermelon seeds in embroid ...
The old man reading Alistair Urquhart’s hardcover Forgotten Highlander! but did he sit in front of me in the small mall lounge for the same r ...
