By Sarp Sozdinler

I wish I’d known you were coming over so I was prepared, but you’re here now and all I have is three swigs of gin from the bottle hiding in my freezer and those chamomile tea packets I stole from the AA meeting I crashed last Tuesday…

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.”