By Sarp Sozdinler

“I lift my mother’s urn high to show her the places she’d never seen inside the house when she was alive.”

By Sarp Sozdinler

“Basking in a carnival that never folds its tents. In this vision, dogs wear monocles and deliver telegrams scented with lavender and loss.”

By Sarp Sozdinler

“I went into the woods as a man and came back as a tree. My arms are gnarly and twisting like a branch. My feet are root-like. My heart is bark.”