My Mother’s Voice
The Black PrincessShe was having an affair, and I’d made my way to Budapest so that I could see her. It wasn’t a cheap ticket, but I could afford… More
The Story of the Second Slap in the Face and the Tides of the World
I come home, my lips still stained with black chocolate icing, a splotch of golden pudding adorning my cheek and an overlooked streak of cherry juice remaining on my… More
Excerpt of The Lion Dreaming
I invented Rome. The new Rome. The Rome where life is sweet, the place people imagine when they hear the name—that was my idea. It was just an idea,… More