Prose And Writing Samples
The Marked ManI remember the voices of my mother’s lovers. Their rise and fall in the perfumed evenings. I didn’t speak English then. The sounds that echoed through our apartment could have been the low cooing of doves, the chatter of distant demons.
FaceMaria Kopes was twenty-eight and unmarried when she nearly lost her face. It started with a small, moist canker on the side of her mouth. Hardly bigger than a paper cut.
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