Grief does not wait for Death, by Karan Kapoor
Dida does not know deathhas planted her spine in an egg carton that someone willforget on a windowsill until winter, where nothing butgrief grows. She does not know she is…
Dida does not know deathhas planted her spine in an egg carton that someone willforget on a windowsill until winter, where nothing butgrief grows. She does not know she is…
A Fantastic Voyage Adam wants to know about “phases of decomp, assuming [a] cool/cold outdoor setting.” I love a good voyage of discovery through the stages of decomposition. So much…
but once, after Sunday service, she heard the sexton say that there are places where the dead traverse a river after death, paying a boatsman to ferry them across the water.
My grandpa’s antique shelf clock sits on my mother’s fireplace mantel. It unnerved me as a child—the glass of its face reflects a golden patina of age that’s slightly oily,…
but once, after Sunday service, she heard the sexton say that there are places where the dead traverse a river after death, paying a boatsman to ferry them across the water.
Summer has comein waves of pollenand exhaust heart-cut rhinestonesin the eyesof velvet fawnshidden in the shadeof wood geraniumand mandrake snapping turtlewith her razor beakbroodingin the sandbox behind the houseyour father…