When you unearth a corpse and it’s still fresh, and you see it writhing with maggots and larvae and nymphs moments from exploding into flies remember: this is their home, and you’re as much a disturbance to them as they are to you. Imagine the revulsion of a salesman stepping into your home unexpectedly, on … Continue reading Remember
The crows settle in the field outside noisily fighting over the things I left them. One flies right past my window, a cheap necklace studded with tiny glass beads clutched in its beak, another bird tight behind, contesting its claim. They squawk and caw in frenzied delight over old glass rings bought at yard sales … Continue reading The Offering