Author Archives: Holly Yoder Deherrera

Cigarette Borek

In Turkey, when I lived there as a little girl, it seemed to my childish mind that everyone and everything smoked.  Men flicked ashes onto the sidewalk outside a spice stand with hues of orange spice like pyramids held in … Continue reading

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Scene in Blank Verse

The palest morning blue sky greets me Gulls gliding over like white m’s, crying against the wind that moans through the shutters of the houses clinging for dear life to the cliff-side The clouds are crystal clear white but they … Continue reading

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Cornwall

Isleham road winds like a cobblestone ribbon, dropping off to ribbons of white, dipping on a ribbon of sea-glass blue ocean, My ancient castle tells ancient tales and laughs at my own age, so devoid of words like wisdom and … Continue reading

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The Ride to School

The kapici sags in his plastic chair, “guarding” the lives–stacked high in the shabby building–with boredom and indifference He is not a bad man, just old and beyond a time when he might have been heroic   He flicks his cigarette … Continue reading

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Tasting Roses

Ankara was a place of smells that I drank for two years I was quickly intoxicated, and now remember, especially, the scent of miniature roses The woman with the head cloth and dark skin and plastic sandals Would bring bunches … Continue reading

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Memories

Memories spring up from the strangest of places, of moments and hideaways I’d temporarily forgotten.  One is the view from our maid’s roof.  I could see the whole village from there.  Dirty rooftops, laundry lines pulling from roof to roof, … Continue reading

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Sleeping over at Aynur’s House

  Sleeping over at our maid, Aynur’s, house always thrilled me and sort of scared me at the same time.  I remember having to take three buses to get there.  Get on, ride deeper into the city.  Get off.  Wait.  … Continue reading

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Ayran: A Turkish Yogurt Drink

Ayran. It’s simple. Only 3 ingredients. And it is very traditional in Turkey, served alongside a savory dish like Iskender. It cools you off and it cuts rich food, and it’s good for you too! I have memories of sipping … Continue reading

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Iskender: Food of the Gods

Having grown up all over the world, I have a love for trying the food of different cultures.  I lived in Turkey in elementary school and then again in high school and a favorite dish emerged for me.  Whenever we … Continue reading

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The Field Strip, I Mean, Trip

I read a hilarious blog post recently made by a woman who experienced a Turkish bath house for the first time and it reminded me of a field trip I’d burrowed deep in my psyche.  Picture it:  1983, Adana, Turkey, … Continue reading

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