[He told stories the way you peel a fruit]
by Venus Khoury-Ghata: He told stories the way you peel a fruit
France|Lebanon
[Once she had a book]
Once she had a book whose lines furled east to west like Siberian trains Black smoke erupted from its pages when sentences tangled, some hurtling into each other, some conjoined, a small group that decided to reach the word end before dark He was an indoor book fearful of winds that could fill him with …