Roll Call at Acheron

From the December 2015 Print Edition

The sound was coming from so far awaywe thought at first it was the breath we missedthe moment we were dead, that very day.It neared us like a moan inside a mistof wishes, harmonizing with the humof silence from a newly pulseless wrist.It was the sigh that light gives when the sumof zeroes grazes . . . . Continue Reading »