Touring the Architecture of Revisionism
This is a story about money and statistics, and it begins with three nuns.
toenail polish warped waxen from sand, you leave your body behind again—mere rind, edges buzzingfrom unsought touch. you end up in a skeleton
At Heathrow, three hours before her flight to Boston, Thandi was in one of the shower rooms below the Galleries lounge in Terminal 5. A previous tenant—someone who, at some point in the day, had been in there before her, before every inch...
In rubber rafts on the open field of the Adriatic, open field of the Mediterranean. In a diesel-powered ship setting out from Hamburg in 1939.
I became a citizen of the United States on the eve of the invasion of Iraq, holding my newborn daughter.
An Iraqi Youth Uprising against a Dire Economy and Foreign Intervention
I used to believe there was so much evil in the world,and though I’m the gentlest of all my friends, I never saw a rose in a vase
