Bedlam Ship Graveyard A woman dressed in summer sits above the sandy strip of beach, where rusting ships lie stranded, sinking slowly in the sand. A mischievous breeze rests from playing tag with graveyard flags and gusts inside the pastel folds of her floating and snapping cotton dress. The breeze is only a prelude […]

  Tullia, The Oyster Woman He saw her there, alone, before he crossed the Guadalquivir, on the other river bank beside the mountain of oyster shells that grew through her long years. Each shell was husked apart by calloused fingertips and the ripe tongue was torn outward and flipped end over end across the ancient […]