Monthly Archives: June 2012
When I was a girl, of merely eleven years, my freedom came from power cuts at night. At precisely 11:20 every night, power went off, plunging our tiny street into darkness. There she was, the apple of someone else’s eyes. … Continue reading
In the utterly quiet are heard tiny wings. Food uncovered, or flowers. Hearts and stomachs They spasm. Tight. Bees make honey, Flies make disease. This is love. Some sweetness, some lack of ease.