
Litany for the Displaced
“What does it mean to be like a rhizome? It means to be without roots, a deserted plant drifting in the desert. In Arabic, to
“What does it mean to be like a rhizome? It means to be without roots, a deserted plant drifting in the desert. In Arabic, to
There are hidden pieces of bone in my mother’s breath: she spat out fragments of history for her children to augur. The mystery of my
Scorched Altar is a hybrid master work. Kristina Maria Darling’s fractured bits lent themselves perfectly to “meta” moments. I beg her indulgence and yours, reader, in reviewing this work using Darling’s own phrases, reassembled
“She didn’t realize how difficult it would be to describe a ghost over the telephone”