Tag: Sasha Wiseman

| By Sasha Wiseman

[ Issue Issue #18 ]

Rumors From an Aeolian Harp

Iris is sitting on a metal stool in the back room of Peter’s gallery. Her mother is perched on the edge of a shabby velvet couch, drinking coffee that Peter offered her from an electric pot and circling programs she wants to watch in the TV Guide. The room smells like turpentine and patchouli soap …