Liv Kane


First: Liv
Last: Kane

Liv 's Blogs

After a storm, a quiet dinner
We sit across from my grandfather, gone from our lives until this moment, and feed him warm rice from a plastic container balanced on my knee. When he swallows and smiles, I watch a little part of my mother heal, stitched together with each slow blink shared between them.
Read More
« Back to Authors

Newsletter Sign Up

shadow shadow