Had it not been for the failures of last year, and the ten stupid years before that, and all the horrible catastrophes since my ridiculous
It was the summer I stopped eating cheese. All dairy, in fact. And eggs. Beef, pork, chicken, the entirety of it. The starving spring had
The roof hangs over our heads like a large, strange tooth, rendering us tiny sardines, flipping about nervously, in the open mouth of Dulles Airport’s
Dear Reader, I did not know how to speak when I came to this country. Wide-eyed and Cyrillic-sympathetic, I learned English at age five. My
late in new hampshire, leah teaches me to swim. “my house is your home—” the light pouring in, the window and its sunbeams: humble, open
—After “Do You Speak Virgin” by Analicio Sotelo This afternoon is some hell: The sun, a proud prick, wears high-tops and catches in
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