Photo by dcwcreations / shutterstock Ice Age Trail: Cedar Lake Segment, August Alongside the traffic-hum,two fawns eat from the farmhouse garden,with its budding six-tree apple orchard. The smaller one with brighterspots steps forward, wondering—what other tamed wild...
Photo: Richsoft / Shutterstock.com —a nocturne The clouds move quietly like monks,& a lance of light pierces through themlike stick through suya. Everything is cold even the insides of my mouth. Icelebrate the moss & mosquitoes,each with a separate duty. The...
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 by Sandy Wicks, CC BY-SA 4.0, via Wikimedia Commons In the weeks preceding my trip to Oslo, my father insisted I should go and see Freya. Our phone conversations kept returning to the unfortunate walrus, mirroring the ways in which she had ceaselessly returned...
Photo: red mango / Shutterstock.com I check the little blue dots on my phone that tells me I’m ovulating. The dot pulses into a line also called a pre-menstrual migraine. I imagine becoming a fairy because according to Google fairies and elves do not have periods. I...
The Alphabet Disciple greets me with open arms in the lobby at the train station. “Welcome stranger,” he says, “to the City of Angels.” He’s wearing faded jeans and an L.A. Kings T-shirt. It’s 8:00 a.m. on a Tuesday and I’ve just arrived from my hometown. I’ve got an...
