This is my first season in Louisiana. I came here in triple digit heat, sweat beading off my arms by just standing outside, an occupant of cold suburban caves and
Idiot boss man who sat me down two weeks after my husband died and told me how I was a fuckup, I can see your fat face floating in Istanbul’s Basilica
Missing breakfast, I ventured downstairs to Kybele’s cafe in the hope of scoring coffee, treated to the same plus an amazing fruit platter of halved apricots, sweet and sour to
Somewhere I lost a day. After being rescued from Ataturk Airport, I drifted in the street like a satrap exhausted by conquest of the Atlantic Ocean. I did what anyone
Women on the plane wore head scarves, others neck pillows, shoes from all over the mall. The only constant was the omnipresence of cellphones and iPads, clusters of people gathered
Starched white suit, he wears an olive oil can crown on his head, carries challah as a scepter, a scepter mixes seeds blown from a thistle rubbed on the honey