Monthly Archive: March 2014

They tell me that they can pluck babies out of thin air and plant them in mothers now. Well, maybe not out of thin air, but out of long nodules of straight and twisted glass and prickly needles and tubes,…
Read more

The last dream I had left my mouth dry but my eyes moist. The wetness flowed like a river down my face, like an ocean, like a flood streaming. A small gathering of palm-frond huts across my chin were in…
Read more