Someone heard the explosionor maybe it was the sky cracking its own skull open.The air twitches.The ground gnaws.Everything vibrates like a nerve that refuses anesthesia. The glass on the floor is no longer glass.It is a swarm of mouths,crooked, trembling,chewing...

je crois en toiThat you FatherWill end the WinterIn six more weeksBecause I am already gettingTired of the WinterWe had 15- 20 centimeters of snowAnd also it is hard for me to walkOn the sidewalkBecause it hasn't been shovel...

my Sadness grew becoming a motherblooming with Fear for her childrenit was no small thing to reconcileto self soothe, when she scream while giving birth to themthe children were inconsolable Fears became Angerhe was the last to be deliveredand...