Ẹniọlá shrugged; he was grateful for the food he had just eaten. The quantity of food available for dinner varied from day to day because his parents were still trying to pay off the landlord. In spite of his mother’s pleas, Ẹniọlá now refused to go begging again since none of the money would go […]

You’ve been wondering about your own relationship to open water. You’ve been wondering about the trauma and how it always finds its way to the surface, floating in the ocean. You’ve been wondering about how to protect that trauma from consumption. You’ve been wondering about departing, about being elsewhere. You have always thought if you […]

This was how you did it, how you raised children. You built them a house that was impervious to danger and then you gave them every single thing that they could ever want, no matter how impossible. You read to them at night. Why couldn’t people figure this out? And then I realized they were […]

My theme is memory, that winged host that soared about me one grey morning of wartime. These memories, which are my life—for we possess nothing certainly except the past—were always with me. Like the pigeons of St. Mark’s, they were everywhere, under my feet, singly, in pairs, in little honey-voiced congregations, nodding, strutting, winking, rolling […]

Hotelli tuntui sinä iltana kovin autiolta. Siellä hiljattain käyneet eivät olleet jättäneet sinne jälkiä, ilmassa ei viipynyt partaveden hajua, ja tavarat olivat entisillä paikoillaan vastaanottotiskillä. Näytti siltä, ettei mihinkään ollut koskettu. Talo oli niin iso, että siellä tuli orpo olo, eivätkä Bea ja Dan pystyneet unohtamaan hetkeksikään, että heidän ympärillään oli paljon huoneita ja että […]