Behind us, a rusty, wire fence; under our feet: dry grass and dust. We were thirsty. Above us loomed an enormous, leafless tree; it looked as if it might touch the shivered, June moon. Samir gestured, or maybe it was…
Poems about the dark times.
Behind us, a rusty, wire fence; under our feet: dry grass and dust. We were thirsty. Above us loomed an enormous, leafless tree; it looked as if it might touch the shivered, June moon. Samir gestured, or maybe it was…
Sometimes as you drift off you feel your chest tighten; your ears ring and your lungs won’t fill, like you’ve been shut in a cold, dark vault, or you are shackled and shivering in a cell somewhere in Kashmir or…
I dreamt that, nearing his end,my father wrote the story of his lifein the language of his grandmother. I don’t understand the words,he told me, but I think you will find it useful someday— it has something to do with…
-December 26, 2019 I dreamed a group of uswere kidnapped by a pair of sociopaths— they explained they were conducting an experiment:they would blind half of us in one eye and half of us in both to see how this…