The young earth hardened, heated, split, then froze, but still could not disorient the rose. We kept the emails, pictures, cards in...

Who crowned the heads of conquerors with leaves? You slam the door. I’m rolling up my sleeves. We read each other’s eyes and almost drown...

Our night flight lands in Cairo, Queen of Sand, whose shutters swallow city lights like quicksand. Your sister serves us gritty...