Excerpt: Flying Cows and Other Traumas by Philisiwe Twijnstra.
I ate the bones of my father We should have been a normal family in a tiny house with an orange door. We could have been known for brewing buckets of sorghum beer and cooking delicious goat stews for local funerals. Instead, we were the reason those funerals were happening. The problem arose because I […]
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I ate the bones of my father We should have been a normal family in a tiny house with an orange door. We could have been known for brewing buckets of sorghum beer and cooking delicious goat stews for local funerals. Instead, we were the reason those funerals were happening. The problem arose because I […]
