Grief does not wait for Death, by Karan Kapoor
Dida does not know deathhas planted her spine in an egg carton that someone willforget on a windowsill until winter, […]
Dida does not know deathhas planted her spine in an egg carton that someone willforget on a windowsill until winter, […]
A Fantastic Voyage Adam wants to know about “phases of decomp, assuming [a] cool/cold outdoor setting.” I love a good
It is Sunday afternoon, and Silvia is watching her husband from the corner of her eye while she tries to
My grandpa’s antique shelf clock sits on my mother’s fireplace mantel. It unnerved me as a child—the glass of its
Shave your head every third sunset, and the eyebrows, as is proper; sharpen your beak every sixth; if its straps
Summer has comein waves of pollenand exhaust heart-cut rhinestonesin the eyesof velvet fawnshidden in the shadeof wood geraniumand mandrake snapping