The plane ascends. Women disrobe, crossing into Turkey’s airspace. Their hair cascades like waterfalls. I lift my skirt to let my legs breathe. So much sin is compressed between my ... Read More

It’s the give of the earth: a shifting of clods under her running feet. Most of the children’s graves in the cemetery are marked with stones with names and dates ... Read More

The Wallpaper The wallpaper was a forest. You had put it up with your father. You let me into the new dappled world behind your desk. When you sat in ... Read More