Prose
Prose
A Young Woman’s Guide to Self-Deportation
First, you wait. Wait a year, or two, or ten. Or maybe you’ll wait two decades — squeezing through the cracks in eVerify and RealID
Holy Land, Holy Life
On October 10th, 2023, I rediscover a keffiyeh — a traditional Palestinian scarf — while unpacking boxes in my new apartment in Seattle.
Portrait of My Body in the Land of X
In the photos taken before I wore it, the gown hangs from a grape arbor.
The Art of Waiting
1. Start with a name / By the end of this pamphlet, you will be able to practice the art of waiting in three simple steps.
At the Cut
The American dentist who shot Cecil the Lion once said, If I had known this animal had a name … I obviously wouldn’t have killed it.
The Year of Getting Better
“It’s the year of getting better,” her mother said as she walked into the room. It was Thora’s second hospital stay of the year.
Memory, a Lacuna
My mother and grandmother were born in ‘the land of the lake,’ or La Comarca de la Laguna, a cradle of fertile land between the Sierra Madre mountain ranges in the northern Mexican desert
For the Gentleness of Our Leaving
I started asking rivers to feed me as a child—literally, with flesh from fish, then figuratively, with flashes of comfort.
SAMBATYON
There is a river, lost or hidden, that is impossible to pass six days each week.
How Do You Make It Work?
I’m writing this much later than I should be, in part, because I’ve just had another birthday, and as I age, I become more reluctant to do more than one job.
