Author Archives: Azuza Inkh

The low atmosphere sediment count had become spectacular as we approached the target site, west of Lost Hickory.  In the slanted light of late afternoon, I had mistakenly thought we were slashing our way over the remains of a hill … Continue reading →

Excerpts from “D.O.B. + 195” 1. I felt sorriest for the birds.  I remember listening to them sing their melancholy songs into the wind.  I hear them crying, still.  Someone should have admired them on that day, especially the man … Continue reading →

“Thanks for your patience.  How are we doing today?” … “Credit card and driver’s license—thanks…Thanks…New York, huh?  How was your flight?  Yeah, I know: at least you made it here, right?” “M—” “Business or vacation, Mr. Halvifax?” “Business.” … “I’ll … Continue reading →