Your boat slices quietly across the Bosporus. The half moon is pale in the sky, though it is not yet dark. Like a faded scar. Or a birth ...
The morning before I flew away from Philadelphia, my brother and I went for a walk. It was a monochromatic, flat January morning. Luke was i...
“You go through your day so oblivious of the world here. I don’t mean that to offend you. I don’t mean it to say that you don’t look outsid...
In the kitchen I find a few eggs from the market. I have some red peppers, too, half a tomato, an onion that hasn't yet lost its vitalit...
El Presidente and I sit in lawn chairs on the shale of Haraki beach, basking in the last penumbra of afternoon sun. We’ve been here all afte...
