akis linardos

When I was a little girl, Mum would wrap potatoes in aluminum foil, then put them deep into the blazing hearth between the coals...

In the beautiful and tragic “Daughter, Mother, Charcoal” by Akis Linardos, a woman grows up in the small confines of her home...

Grimoire in hand, I grasp a bundle of dried leaves and stinging pine needles as I chant: “Become rice to fill her belly. Manifest...

Day 1. Carbon Footprint offset: 0%

Across the silver table, the Council of Three regards me with milky-white eyes and veins green...