Apex Magazine
Dream-weaver, pain-cleaver We’re on a brown raffia mata in my room. The sound and rhythm from Mama’s throat beg me to return to myself, to not let the pain lure...
A Tapestry of Dreams
Dream-weaver, pain-cleaver We’re on a brown raffia mata in my room. The sound and rhythm from Mama’s throat beg me to return to myself, to not let the pain lure...