Posted on September 1, 2016 - by Alina Stefanescu
Write me a doina about it, a mother used to say, meaning I should dictate the lament’s terms and tones within a traditional Romanian village vehicle. My son wonders why I say it carefully, handle the word like a clay pot as if a word can break and what spills is a puddle of […]
Posted on September 1, 2016 - by Andy Aliaga-Mendoza
There are services these days where one can be cremated and grown alongside a bunch of seeds. I like the idea of becoming a tree. I’d like to be a tree somewhere where trees thrive. Where they won’t be chopped down and made into hospital pamphlets. Somewhere that won’t cost you much to fly in from San Francisco. For argument’s sake I didn’t go anywhere from here and it’ll be a grand old reunion.