You laugh from your throat, that's true. But we don't really know where the laugh comes from.What I think, is that right down at the bottom of our stomachs, hidden deep down in the warmth, there is a ... [+]
You laugh from your throat, that's true. But we don't really know where the laugh comes from.What I think, is that right down at the bottom of our stomachs, hidden deep down in the warmth, there is a ... [+]
He would have to settle for an unmarked grave, if you could call it that, and his bleached white bones, stripped clean by wild dogs in a dry riverbed on the outskirts of Kabul, not unlike the one he ... [+]
My father was a somniloquist; he only talked to me in his sleep. Lured at night by his one-sided conversation one room over, I would escape the cot I'd grown out of, gaze at my sleeping mother, and ... [+]