Here where the purple spears of asparagus are dipped in rain. Here where wild strawberries run rampant down to the spring. Here where you are dust and where you once gathered baskets of flowers, […]
Black Jesus
After the man was lynched, the hickory licked lightning from a white sky. The fiddler came that night and cut its trunk. The devil burned his hand, […]
Dilruba, Sarang
We were meant to be bartering for a rug the colour of blood oranges.
But our conversation got derailed. She was from Kunduz.
We both were childless.
But Someone in her village had given her a girl. […]
