Sounds Like Dawn To grieve is to grope inside a black box, and sense no edge until light bleeds through, at first dark red, then lighter still, slowly insinuating as if through the thin, sebaceous flesh of an eyelid. And now I can see why mourning sounds like dawn. Like the slow creep of watercolor soaking through thick paper, dawn also … [Read more...]
About Hawa Allan
Hawa Allan writes cultural criticism, fiction and poetry. She is an essay editor at The Offing and her work has appeared, among other places, in The Baffler, the Chicago Tribune, Lapham's Quarterly and Tricycle magazine, where she is a contributing editor.
