Walking a country road one late evening, I came upon a woman who carried a disarming valise. Quiere comprar una fruta? she asked. I expected her to open her carriage, but she instead displayed a family of stones, each cut into a different kind of fright: a skull, a devil’s head, a...
Read MoreThere was a woman who sprouted from dirt in a busy playground. She rose upside down, soles first. The children there placed cotton in the webbing of her toes and painted her nails. For a while it seemed the earth was giving birth to a keyboard. But a woman always surprises. When her head...
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