you were born in a hurricane
amber williams-king
My heart clenches like a fist everytime I think about what air we will breathe; how much fresh water may cost; how the heat will wrap around us like a weighted blanket, so heavy we may hardly move.
Category: ART-icles 7
In the Beginning Was the Water: On inciertas-eroded spectacle by/with Teresa Hernández
BEATRIZ LLENÍN FIGUEROA
We have turned water, the symbol of plenitude, into the symbol of misery. Islands, made and unmade by landslides or submarine volcanoes, have the most intimate relationship with water.
