from Ithaca Forever
When I ignore the cause of the most idiotic war in the world, then I, too, want its history to be carved in the lasting stone of memory for… More
from A Parade
the cat is the perfect serendipity of a moment, ashy undulation, heavy sluggish eyes, a couple of idle legs and illusory smell, all of it strangely seductive… More
from I Didn’t Talk
Dances, kisses, claps: The homage my daughter made to the dead. Maybe in a park I wouldn’t be able to tolerate our daughter’s mockery, but on hallowed ground… More
from In Your Name
No one in town has died yet on account of the war; it seems like the first names will be those of a mother and her two little girls. More
from The Arab
It doesn’t matter how many times I tell her—she’s simply incapable of cooking just a few things when she has visitors. More
from This Land That Is Like You
It took a kind of demon like Esther to let loose such wild sentences, containing the dead and death, without worrying, without fearing the wrath of God. More
from Thirteen Months of Sunrise
I don’t care how they take my body...What can this skinny, tired, and sickly body give them? What flames can it quench? More
from There’s a Carnival Today
Janak couldn’t even recognize his mother when he returned home eight months later. Thin, sickly, elderly. What had happened to the girth she used to have? It alarmed him. More
from The Remainder
Someone has to die and it falls on me to find them, body after body, ever since my first unforgettable Sunday cadaver... More
