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Abuelita has been feeding me her memories. Yesterday, it was the time she trudged up the mountain carrying a basketful of offerings for Pachamama (flowers, incense, a llama sculpted out of animal fat and adorned with gold leaf) in hopes the Earth Mother would alleviate the drought ruining the harvest. Today, it’s the time she visited Tío Roberto...
By Louis Morris in Issue #461 of Beneath Ceaseless Skies Online Magazine So when Rome’s conquering legions overran Old Syracuse and Archimedes scrawled his spells in the dust duplicating us on a parallel Earth, most people rejoiced at the reprieve. Yet a few of us mourn the dishes we couldn’t recreate, here on the wrong side of the wrong world. ...
By Nat Katz in Issue #464 of Beneath Ceaseless Skies Online Magazine She looked into his brown eyes, and her vision doubled and trebled: Peter in a tunnel and in an alley covered by blood and walking on what she knew from her readings of distant lands to be grass. She felt she could come unmoored and drift away into those visions, wondered wheth...