There were twelve of us in the café. Denizcan was the only one standing. He took his glasses off and wiped the lenses. “Sit,” he told me. “Sit here.” A small TV hung in one corner. It ran a streaming … Continue reading →

Here is a serious and perhaps sullen question: where does the other sock go? You know the sock, the one that falls out of the dryer first thing when you open the door. It’s no big deal; you put it … Continue reading →

It is Sunday night, or more specifically early Monday morning, though technicalities are less important than gut feelings, and there is something—the play of the entire weekend—that I am trying to digest and capture. Today was by far the most … Continue reading →