Diplomatic Detours

In the scarred cheeks of an African tribe, Flashing to the rhythms of a goatskin drum, Far from America, I learned to listen...

Each of us follows a unique destiny, even as we know we will each wind up dead one day. Some people afflicted with...

So many owner-less animals, They forage among broken bricks. Were they soldiers’ pets at the base? Are those troops still fighting or laid...