AttractionThe whites of his eyespull me like moons.He smiles. I believehis face. Alreadymy body slips down in the chair:I recline on my side,offering peeled grapes.I can taste his tonguein my mouthwhenever he speaks.I suspect he...

How could you determine a man’s intention if you didn’t speak his language or share his beliefs? She’d happily embarked on a study of ancient Egyptian religion but had no curiosity about Islam, which seemed...

Ambition was a dull pain, like a continually broken heart.