At five o’clock that morning, like he had done every morning, Ibrahim Delgado woke to the sound of screeching roosters.
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Illustration by Andres Garzon In 2010, I moved into a place that nobody in their right mind […]
I can’t feel the dish soap or the knives, I can’t hold onto plates. All I can do […]
Illustration by Andres Garzon Chained-up whimpering farm dogs, Brexit signs, and lucent yellow fields slowly disappeared. Hedgerow […]
Illustration by Andres Garzon “I kept thinking how marvelous it would be if I could somehow tear […]
In your waiting, the weight of (my) history weight of (my) body weight of you behind (me) silent […]
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Illustration by Andres Garzon We were about 500 kilometers from Thunder Bay when I had something of […]
Illustration by Andres Garzon They killed the boy. Not a they, but a single person. ‘They’ is […]
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