By Phibby Venable An angel was perched delicately on the straight back chair in the corner, but everyone pretended not to see her. At least it appeared that way to fifteen – year old Katie, who couldn’t take her eyes off the golden wings and slim figure. “Mama, don’t you…
by Michael Brownstein –after the Shamanistic Theory of Three Souls and the reading of the bones when a ram is sacrificed When sleep is not a promise, and the witness tree fills itself with ants, the break in the collarbone is never enough or it may be as plentiful as…