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The Demon of the Mirror
The village sage did not trust mirrors. He preferred a stream that ran between two palms and a…
I Have a Farm in Africa
I have a farm in Africa. How ridiculous that sounds, so pompous and unnecessary. Those words bring…
And When You Live in Diaspora
and when you live in diasporayour heart does not ache to be home, rather,it craves the warmth of…
Seeing and Being Seen: A Conversation with Harriet Alida Lye on her latest novel Motherclown
I interviewed Harriet Alida Lye in late May, days before the launch of her latest novel, Motherclown. Harriet…
Heaven’s Gentle Veil
The toxic petals of the Angel’s Trumpetpuffs and balloons against the jumping sun rays,crisscrossing in the windowpane.I swear…
The Lips that Smell of Spirits
Someone will emerge from beyond the dark mountains to the southeast — I wonder who. Every…
Qabil Prays the Janaza & Yusuf Unveiling
Qabil Prays the Janaza A crime has been done:the crow’s talons scratch the ground,and I know that no…
How to be friends with a deaf person
Eye contact.Eye contact.Eye contact.Not LOUD, not slow, not pro-nun-ci-a-tion, butcadence — a rise and a fall, a rhythm.Then…
Clover
In an old room, on a clean wooden floor, I was playing with my doll Susie, waiting for…
You Died
You diedbut there is no gaping hole.No wilderness of sad streets, no wailingmourners dirging down desolate roads. The…