Rituals of Grief
They wrap the body in a cloth woven out of horsehair. White lizards adorn the stark black wrappings.
From where she sits, the widow can hear the old priest chanting as [...]
World in a Bubble
He had swallowed the world. Downed it in one shot. It tasted just like vodka—electric. Arousing images of asphalt streets and concrete highways, industrialized terrains where huge trucks loaded and [...]