Tag: Inkroci 42

In 1840, Cassandra Austen decides to show up unannounced at the vicarage of the Fowle family, that has to be vacated after the vicar's...

So this is what I’m here for, to see inside the mute weight of my right breast, heavy handful of treasure I longed for as...

I didn’t know that when my mother died, her grave would be dug in my body. And when I weaken, she is here, dressing...

Unique, I think, is the Scottish tartle, that hesitation when introducing someone whose name you’ve forgotten and what could capture cafuné, the Brazilian Portuguese way...

As I’m walking on West Cliff Drive, a man runs toward me pushing one of those jogging strollers with shock absorbers so the baby...

“Read Dickens, he is the master of us all” I would define myself as Cartesio’s son: doubt lives within me. I doubt that people’s actual skills...

            did you still exist before i woke before the need to pee put you on a collision course with gravity before you danced with me in...

I have not yet read the complete work of Ellen Bass but I find her one of the most interesting contemporary authors for the...

There are emotions, feelings and sensations you think belong only to you, details you think you are the only one to perceive: however, it’s...

I feel some days an observer. Watching as my boobs edge lower, my lines etch deeper. Watching the silky hands of time slip before my eyes, pulling my hapless soul. As I...