Jul 30, 2022 | Fiction
Ama was an oracle. The realization came to my mother late in life, when her monthly bleedings stopped and something else opened inside. Some in our village called it an affliction. They said there was a crack in her mind that left her open to spirits who would consume...
Sep 30, 2007 | Fiction |
One day, a sentence once quoted fleetingly to me sprang to mind. It came from Saul Bellow’s Henderson The Rain King. My memory had stored the words intact, and something had decided that it would be useful for me to be reminded of them: ‘Mankind as a...
