Photo by Stinglehammer, CC BY-SA 4.0, via Wikimedia Commons Travelogue 1: A tropical girl’s month in Scotland (and England) It’s summertime, they said. / Damn, it was cold. / I tried tomato soup— / blargh, never again. // I needed to smoke. // My cousin...
Photo: Aruni Nayak, CC BY 3.0 , via Wikimedia Commons Look how the lake licks the boaton the edges. The soft meanderof a candy in a toothless mouth.A host of white-bellied sea eagles tease the lake and touch her face—half-flying, half-floating—suspended between water...
Photo by kashishArtandGallery / shutterstock For as long as I can remember, my mother had wanted to mother a son. She dressed me in blue every chance she got. Even before I was expected, she bought baby boy clothes off thelas around Tariq Road and Hyderi. She could...
I arrived in Antakya with my partner during Türkiye’s kurban bayramı, a week in the thick of summer that everyone takes off to celebrate Eid al-Adha. The city was sleepy and quiet, with heat rising up from the cobblestone streets. After a twelve-hour night bus from...
Photo: red mango / Shutterstock.com There was a comfort in not knowing where she was. It felt like evidence that the menaces in her life—menaces tied tightly to a place and the people of that place—didn’t know where she was either. The beard that cushioned his chin...
Photo by LouiesWorld1 / Shutterstock.com First Touch:Heat swelling against my skin likegasoline rainbows in crevices of dirtroads. Remnants of homeseep through cotton. First Impression:Divided, multiplying geometric fields,steady, simple and pulsatinglike the rise and...