My throat scratches  And the air is bitter out there  I only imagine the wind  But I shiver as it shakes   there is chicken soup  Cooking on the stove The room smells like  thick  salted  ginger    A...

i am wading through a sea of the dead’s faces, my lexicon of names and lives and actions: a burning library an empty thing: lost generations, a form of death: being hidden   i am wading...

Q: Are you a man or a woman?  A: I try not to obsess over first impressions. I try not to impress at all. I try to keep it professional. I try to keep it casual. I try to keep myself behind my hair,...