Karin Gottshall

  The weather was all that changed after I lost it. I sat curled in the blue armchair at the free library, reading Orlando. Outside the trees lived and moved amid the wind’s coils and autumn slipped, day by day, toward winter. After school I [...]

The country I come from is far to the north: our wedding dresses are lined with wolf’s fur and the stars are fixed. We share the dwellings of white bears, who never wake from their winter sleep, whose dreams, in the religion of my land, comprise t [...]