April 6, 2016
The Salt in the Memory
There is a specific kind of silence that lives only at the edge of the world, where the land finally loses its...
Month: April 2016
April 6, 2016
The Salt of the Stride
The smell of damp river silt always clings to the back of my throat, a metallic tang that reminds me of low...
April 6, 2016
Tinny Stuff by Patricia Saraiva
It takes time to appreciate and see what surrounds us … Moments before starting my work, I took some moments that I...