fiction with a dark edge
Every morning I sit in my kitchen at the mahogany table my father built. At this time of year the sun rises to the left, out of the window’s frame. If I’m up early enough I watch the light change from mauve to peach to yellow, promising another flawless northern California day. I look through... Continue Reading →
I’ve been thinking about voices a lot lately, maybe because there are so many of them in the world, speaking so loudly and all at once, and only occasionally saying anything worth hearing. The singer who sings with someone else's lungs Voices for the voiceless Speaking with your knee A voice recently fallen silent http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rqDq3eyTGck... Continue Reading →
AUDREY KALMAN 