Common People

Common People

  We shuffled closer to the barrier. There must have been thousands. Shoulders squeezed together, toes trodden into the mud by strangers. Friends and family separated in the crowd. We watched as one girl by the barrier, was turned away and thrust aside by men...

Ode to my Right Hand

Ode to my Right Hand Backstory. (Imagine this written in Italian if you can. If you are not near our main translator Google, just say these in with passion and emphasis and the occasional hand gesticulation). So about 8 thousand years ago, an uncountable number of...