Creative nonfiction in NYC literary magazine
“Holding such details can feel like fumbling with a glass bottle, catching it by the neck before it smashes on the concrete floor. The hairs on my own neck standing […]
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“Holding such details can feel like fumbling with a glass bottle, catching it by the neck before it smashes on the concrete floor. The hairs on my own neck standing […]
Back in The Guardian, this time with a personal tale of crisis, comedy, and poor aesthetic outcomes. I dyed my hair spontaneously – and this prompted unexpected emotions, as well […]
“…what was perhaps overall so significant about this friendship, for me, was that here was a fully cognisant, older man, self-aware and open to communicating — but only via letters, […]
“I hoisted myself up onto the granite and turned around slowly until I found them. It was probably the last time I will ever see them there. They were waving, […]