Independence, dependence. So much depends…. Upon the light at sunrise, stars at sunset, wind in the shrubbery, roses in neglected gardens, upon the ubiquitous
Allow me the moment when a bird trembles on my palm, when I eat bread hot from the oven or lick the honey of
Review by Donna Vorreyer Tara Skurtu’s The Amoeba Game is a collection about moments and memory and how they collide, mutate and transform. An