A child’s need to be chased, to hide and be found time and again, is why my father is the ghost stalking my dreams. When I was a child, hunting for where to hide and wait for my friends to seek, I found, inside an abandoned yard with an unfinished building, a hole in the …

When they walked into the cathedral, God watched them walk. When the bullets prepared to leave the gun, they left the gun. The prayers shielded nothing. The father against his son shielded nothing. The bullet will always obey, find a way through the body's anxious defense. I am tired of writing about my country. Every …