When the Tides Held the Moon

by Venessa Vida Kelley

“To give you my name is to give you the last of myself, and humanity has taken enough from me. My name is my own. You may not have it.”

“It is the simple truth of every creature with a soul. You are not your body, Benigno.”

“Go ndéana an diabhal dréimire de cnámh do dhroma ag piocadh úll i ngairdín Ifrinn!” I gaped. “What’d you just say?” “‘May the devil make a ladder of your backbone while he picks apples in Hell’s garden.’