Unstill Life: A Daughter’s Memoir of Art and Love in the Age of Abstraction
A labyrinth of hallways painted in psychedelic colors—neon yellow, electric green and florid pink—snaked through all buildings. Ramps and passageways led to communal spaces that were designed for galleries,… More
Three Poems by Osama Alomar
Your eyes burn with the desire for expression / If you were the only creature who loved me / That would mean that I am a good human being… More
The Silent Woman
I stuck the knifepoint into one of the spaces between my black-gloved fingers. Then into the space between the fingers next to it . . . Several men tensely… More
The Ravens
This is our patch. We have no other. This soil, observed by the sun and the ravens. This plot beneath a sky criss-crossed by jet planes. More
The Steady Running of the Hour
A dugout can collapse under shelling and bury you alive, or drown you as it slowly fills with water. The two sometimes come in tandem, so that it is… More
The Temporary Gentleman
So I was standing there, flush with my winnings, not thinking of much, as always somewhat intoxicated by being at sea, somewhat in love with an unknown coastline, and… More