Further Reading
[via negativa
by Erin Wilson
a loaf of bread + a loaf of bread
equaled your small body
a loaf of bread + a fire
equaled a bird in a wood stove
Papa’s Red Money Box
by Rashmi Agrawal
Our eyes would be fixed on the box, hoping to get a fleeting peek inside. Would its touch be steely? Or had smooth feel of those notes? We couldn’t imagine if it were heavy like Maa’s salt container or feathery like ghee’s.
I SEE THE ATTIC
by Charlene Fix
We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars. -Oscar Wilde It was the habitat of ghosts, and a black suitcase stenciled AKC for my mother, Anne Kobrinsky Cohen, who is a spirit now. There was writing on the walls, some ours, some scrawled before our parents ever […]
