So It Sings
My rhythm, the music of my body the tempo of my blood, recognizable, a beat beneath melody and instrument now...
My rhythm, the music of my body the tempo of my blood, recognizable, a beat beneath melody and instrument now...
for Maria Concepción Venja Sarabia In a triage ward of twenty beds in a giant public hospital voices groaning and...
The teacher says to send tenderness to my anger. Thank goodness she adds that it will take the rest of...
From the country where I live now, the country I came from doesn’t look so central. Distance diminishes the sense...