On the Savage Side

by Tiffany McDaniel

I didn’t know her enough to imagine the big moments of her life. I could only envision the small ones.

“Because a breeze is a whisper and a wind is a scream,”

All the things one accumulates in life before that life accumulates mud.

Did the man who collected them know a woman’s tears can never truly be owned?

and someone will win a Pulitzer Prize for humanizing what was already human.