When I was 12, my left eye fell out of its socket. My parents kept it locked in a 3-digit combination safe. I attended
Like us, vultures rely on death for sustenance. . . On the ground, a group of vultures is called a committee. In flight,
The skunk waddles across the field; thick fur shimmering like mink on a well-to-do woman, oblivious of me, crouched, cold, and muddy, cutting Bok