Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
I’m a bad bitch, stay low to the ground witch, made of ground stone and bone motherfucker, bleed snake skin and vermouth. I was born under a watching eye: teeth, moon, armless spiders are my kin. See me sizzle against your skin, erase time from our coordinates, etch Read more
My mother wasn’t much of one. If you put aside the fact that she abandoned me, in the winter, less than twenty-four hours after I entered the world, then the note she left propped on my thin yellow cotton blanket said it all: Take her. I can’t do this. I Read more
At night, after my day as a spice merchant concludes, the smell of garlic and onion dust coats my clothes and body like a new skin, as though I am someone different. I do not shower before visiting my parents, my scent melds with their age and confinement. My mother Read more
It was our 11th anniversary on the New Year of 2021. Our daughter woke up early but wanted to go and play so it was just us two in bed on a late Friday morning. I was on my phone when he fully woke up and he snuggled his back Read more
(a cento, mostly) “The days go by waiting for better times.” I Day after day we sat in the library of our isolated country house, listening to the voices on the radio with an increasing sense of doom — Hitler and Dolfuss, Eden and Chamberlain, schoolchildren and soldiers singing Fascist Read more
1: The Heroine A funeral is lace, carnations, pinks, and old flesh. For Emma, dressing hurriedly for a grandmother’s send-off, it was going to be a showdown. Emma frowned as she did up pearl buttons on her white blouse. The yellow shirt had been too happy; the pink, too gentle. Read more
