by Katie Liggera photo by Lisa De Witte where is the face I saw yesterday and the day before? now it has morphed: new expressions plastered, painted a new carving etched upon skin your soft smile transformed into a devious smirk inviting eyes now creased into snake-like slits calculating, contracting, ready to attack me; you’re […]


Zara enjoyed many things including music, theater, art and the like. She wore flowers in her hair when she felt like it and went bird-watching on the weekends. She rode her bike daily, argued with strangers about the validity of ethics and spent most of her Friday nights crying alone over empty bottles of bourbon. But there was something about her that neither John, nor anyone really, knew about her.