“The Frog and the Bird” and “The Woman, the Letter, the Mirror, and the Door”
I had cut my hand off on the bandsaw. It was sitting there on the…
Uday’s Palace Had its own discotheque with a mirror ball, a flashing dance floor whose…
My dad, Zeus, is away fucking farm animals. Again. He thinks they are princesses. He…
I woke up and didn’t love my husband. Or at least felt like I didn’t…
Sometimes it pays to miss a flight. Watching the plane take off from his seat…
An excerpt from Franco-Somali writer Patrick Erouart-Siad’s memoir “Villa Shamis” about his mother Shamis Siad, translated by Eliza Nichols.
