The violence of frenzy
I remember the story through the umbilical link between our memories. “Grass doesn’t grow on a busy street,” my mom used to tell people…
Essay
The sound of roots
I was in the kitchen, washing up the Sunday morning breakfast dishes in that frantic fog that rushes around young families attempting to get…
Poetry
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Quote
Etcetera
“A border always conveys meaning.”
Borders mark the contours of nations, states, even cities, defining them by separating them from all others. A border can be natural—an ocean, a…
Politics and the lies we tell about grief
When we do not take grief seriously—our own and another’s—but merely cover its wounds with a garish fairy tale of winking soldiers cheering from…