Fruits de Mer

by Paula Bohince 2011 A swirling blackness in the 20th, only the eyes visible, or Le Monde on a historic morning, ink-heavy headline heaving on the ground like a soldier who cannot stop the dark from leaving his body. At Père Lachaise, a coven of teenagers in black trench coats gathers, like unfurled umbrellas, at Jim Morrison’s grave, there to light a candle to their idol’s bones. A former America’s Sweetheart played his girlfriend in the... Read More