“In Herzegovina, near the Town of Gorjad” — a short story by Nick Sweeney
There’s a new song going around, with a maddening refrain as catchy as that flu plotting its course around the world, killing venerable ancients and babies newly out of the womb. You hear it everywhere and, no matter how much you hate it, you’ll find it bursting out of your head.
...September 15th, 2019