Testament

"I want to be burned. To ashes. And the ashes to be spread on the wind. On the sea. Best in summer, if, of course, I die in summer.… More

from Don’t Worry

Like always, she’s sitting at the out-of-tune grand piano, mashing down the pedal and making the windows of the Kolah Farangi Emirate tremble...Sara, when did you return? More

from One Left

The last one is out of her coma. For three weeks she recognized no one. She speaks in a labored, halting tone: “I can’t die—not when I think there… More

from Matisse

Vadya’s biography was as much invented as it was true. There were so many blown-out-of-proportion intricacies to remember that he’d long ago lost sight of the facts. More

from Rhapsodia

Do the wings itch as they sprout? / When from the belly’s opening / you first raised your head / and pushing from the pain / sprang into the… More