Tara Isabel Zambrano
Mother, False
The girl grows overnight after her mother dies–two extra hands emerge from her back, like the Hindu goddess Durga. Her…
Portrait, Sleep
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
I pick up stuff. Things others left behind. Scarves, mittens, dollar bills, pens, rings. And I cannot describe what it…
DARK: Four micros
Living so closely When the girl falls off a cliff, a few people hear a shriek, see a black dot…
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