Relief by Alex Gallo-Brown Certain months,the mind goes.It can be hard to latch onto anything,to command or compel.Meanwhile, the bodywanders, performs.Does its dailydiligence.Angers no one.Its own angergone, replaced byweightlessness, calm.The mind says,this is...
When My Parents Were Hippopotamuses by Alex Gallo-Brown When my parents were hippopotamuses, they grew tiny immaculate strawberries and wore them on their fingers like rings. They didn’t have to taste them— they knew that they were extraordinary. The president...
