Reviewed by Teresa Williams In the aftermath of trauma and displacement, how does one become at home in the world and within themselves? Rooja
“My father once said…’you should wait till people are dead to tell stories like that.’ Now people are dead and I am telling stories
I practiced dying in front of the bathroom mirror, clutching my throat, or holding my gut where an assassin’s bullet lodged— my face a
She stands sometimes, sits others in the Emerald Green, afraid of moving anywhere since the morning, each feather is succinct with black and