Dialogue Between a Woman and Her Ba
I don’t know what sort of bird it is. Porter’s Complete Field Guide would tell me, but it’s years since I opened it. Could be anywhere in this anti-Kondo vortex. You used to stash it on the mantelpiece, beneath the bronze eye of Horus. Eye, book – both gone. Rummaging, I glance at the bird… Read more Dialogue Between a Woman and Her Ba