The Blood of the Fish by Erica Miriam Fabri
Dear R., Two years ago, a flood. My country cried, and bodies of water separated us. Do you remember that painting? A storm-gift, you said. It stands by my wall, reminding me of how little the world is. And how large,
Dialect of a Skirt by Erica Miriam Fabri
I've been turning and turning and turning all my life, looking for this poem. Dialect of a Skirt Erica Miriam Fabri The young girl wanted a new voice. After all, people got new things every day. A new hip, a new nose,