Ethics. Research. Community.

New short story: Forensic Geology

“It’s an autopsy report on our country,” I told my husband when he asked, but I didn’t show him my files.

I can’t, because he already has his own nightmares, and he doesn’t need to see maps pockmarked by hidden mass graves like a nightmarish rhizome, fertile fields turned to dust plains framing the shells of abandoned towns, camps turned into cities, cities turned into camps....