aderkatch | February 18, 2010
I remember a white candle, as tall as a marble column, melting in the evening and slowly sliding down her hand and her wrist the way ice cream did when she wasn’t paying attention. And from the wax beads of pearly sweat, hot from the glorious flame, kisses of pain made her eyes shutter, but [...]
aderkatch | February 10, 2010
Under the tree there was an old bench that was made of wood, but the boards were cut unevenly and the whole thing rested on legs that were small tree stumps. On the bench the boy sat up right with his feet stretched out in front of him while crossed at the ankles. Not too [...]
yumado | December 5, 2009
The night, as dark as the times, covers my tracks.
A bullet nearly misses my head, I take cover behind a tree.
Bright lights shine in my direction,
Panning from one side to another.
I close my eyes, trying to calm my heart, my breath.
conetiquette | November 30, 2009
Indians grab their rifles, their bows and arrows. Tomahawks in hand, they are off to war.
Painting their faces with the blood of their enemies, chanting and summoning spirits
of protection.
The children hug their brothers and fathers, clinging to them for dear life.
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