Tara Isabel Zambrano

Portrait, Sleep

By Tara Isabel Zambrano

After she gave birth, she could hardly sleep because she was either leaking milk or blood, or both at the…

Along the Edge of the Fading Light

By Tara Isabel Zambrano

I pick up stuff. Things others left behind. Scarves, mittens, dollar bills, pens, rings. And I cannot describe what it…

DARK: Four micros

By Tara Isabel Zambrano

Living so closely When the girl falls off a cliff, a few people hear a shriek, see a black dot…

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