Police said he was last seen fleeing on foot up Commerce Street. The suspect was described as a white male with blue eyes, a medium build, and 5-feet-10-inches tall. He was wearing a dark gray jacket, gray workout pants and brown hilking boots. He wore gloves on his hands and his...
Fleeing darkness, Dantala moves from place to place mentor to mentor and repeatedly suffers heartbreak of the bone crushing kind. He is almost clinical and detached in narrating the child abuse that is his daily lot. He says matter-of-factly in that voice that haunts and hurts the soul, ...
GAZA CITY, Gaza Strip — Nader Shamalakh had seen Israel’s bombardment and invasion of Gaza City — that’s what sent him and his family fleeing south nearly 16 months ago. But nothing could have prepared him on Tuesday for the terror of returning to a hometown he ...
The raindrops had not made landfall when a bolt of blue-white lightning, like a forked tongue, streaked the sky, and one of its prongs struck a fleeing swallow. The bird stalled in midflight, then began to tumble earthward as the rain hit the ground. Through sheets of crashing water, ...
In this story he fights terrifying images that include “giant snakes slithering on bare backs of sunbathers, the kisses of toothless elderly Kazakh couples, the penetrative mouths of hyenas as they disembowel fleeing prey, the longing eyes of Akita dogs, the sweaty waists of African female ...
Fleeing darkness, Dantala moves from place to place mentor to mentor and repeatedly suffers heartbreak of the bone crushing kind. He is almost clinical and detached in narrating the child abuse that is his daily lot. He says matter-of-factly in that voice that haunts and hurts the soul, ...
I do miss chomping on cow foot, ox tail and stockfish at lunch time. I don’t know what it is about the fragrance of stockfish that drives ordinarily reasonable Americans insane. I used to have an American room-mate, George Wallace, a quiet kid from rural Alabama; a kid used to chom...
I am fleeing the darkness of a dying winter, chasing the promise of spring. I am escaping darkness, racing, fluttering heart, to the sun where my ancestors sit waiting for me. I am racing to the sun where my mother stands pretending to tend the cooking pot, eyes roving the skies for ...