Easy
The moon alert in the sky,tomorrow like an arm waving, I love to go outlate in the evening, stand beside the huge barn, ricketyover its rusty machinery. Familiar... Read more.
The Birth Canal
In a haze, she sees her dead child stand beside her iron bed, linked to her by a tube; in the same instant, Frida feels her heart lifted from her, ticking and dripping,... Read more.