by Kendra Poole | Jun 14, 2016 | Europe, Poetry, Turkey
In Istanbul, the owner of the pashmina shop said, “The body is like a gift between husband and wife.” He said the burqa, the hijab, were like human wrapping paper. I take scarves from the shelf, unfold and refold some, drape the red one over my head, align the...
by Kendra Poole | Jun 14, 2016 | Bulgaria, Europe, Stories
July 25, 2011 One hundred and fifty feet. One hundred and fifty gallons. One hundred and fifty years. One hundred and fifty kisses. One hundred and fifty pages. One hundred and fifty reasons. But when you’re about to jump, the only thing you know to be true is that...
by Kendra Poole | Jun 14, 2016 | Europe, Greece, Poetry
after Sappho* Stop your sighs now, friend. Comb your hair, mend your blouse, and quit pandering for pity. I have seen your trembling, knuckles all knotted in nerves. Almost nothing...
