Bandha, part 3: Sunday…by G. Mramor

Bandha, part 3: Sunday…by G. Mramor

He sits where the old man once stood. The stars dim. The moon slouches toward the ocean. The blue massif fades away. The night is full. What ghost have you created to fight? What end have you created to distract? What path have you created to walk? Who is the rock who is the mountain [...]

Bandha, part 2: Saturday…by G. Mramor

Bandha, part 2: Saturday…by G. Mramor

He awakens. Snow banks up against him, slightly closing him in. He can see through a sliver that it is morning. He rolls deeper into the cave and gets out of the sleeping bag quickly because of the putrid smell and he crawls to the entrance and punches his way out. The trees are all weighed [...]