The Irreducible
by Carlos Sirotnikov Two birds navigate in a treacherous mist: Wingspans apart, they are almost touching, Ostensibly touching, but never the act. One bird finds… Read More »The Irreducible
Carlos Sirotnikov
If I Were Prescient
by Carlos Sirotnikov If I were prescient I would have not plucked the thorn off the rose and let it nibble at my fingers. If… Read More »If I Were Prescient
