Tidings of Migration
Do I ever remember a winter without these fine tuned feathers, the fluttering white cloud that pillared the fishermen’s hope the Wind’s...
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Journeys of Hope, Sacrifice, and Success
I just remember so many pebbles, gray ones, covering the grass. The figures who laid them came in waves, long and dark, gnawing at the...
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Piano Profile
An unassuming silver band around my pointer finger. My grandmother ushered me into a little jewelry shop near her old communist apartment...
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What revenge is
Gloria is my mother. I like the sound of her name, and how shades of charcoal, snow and silver streak her hair. You’d never guess she’s...
Nov 28, 20231 min read
The Samovar
The samovar sits on a table in my living room like a shrine. Almost two feet tall with a chimney on top, common for tea-making in 19th...
Nov 25, 20231 min read
A Trip to the Peak District
A rundown pub tucked in a sleeping village, A Sunday roast served on a cloudy day, A pint gargled down the throat. I was becoming English...
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