The Blacksmith’s Daughter

The Blacksmith’s Daughter

The Blacksmith’s Daughter Patrick Vala-Haymes Blood and iron have always had much the same scent for me. I have never been one to blanch or wrinkle my nose at either. • • • Winter blew through the open gate of the smithy. I peeked out from beneath the canopy of my...
I Hum Delilah

I Hum Delilah

I Hum Delilah Tej Rae 1. Place de L’Obélisque Find the tire on the bank of the weed-choked canal, treads faded to brick-red sludge. Roll it. With quick steps and quicker hands to the middle of the road that connects the university to the rest of the city. Drag a bed...