Fiction: Granite by Zdravka Evtimova
Published in Two Hawks Quarterly
I happened upon Two Hawks Quarterly after reading through a recent issue of Poets & Writers, and now it's bookmarked in a folder I call "Lit Mags 3." Numbers 1 and 2 are already so full that I have to scroll through them (kind of annoying in Firefox's toolbar). Two Hawks has been putting out some good fiction recently, so I think it's time to share one.
From "Granite," by Zdravka Evtimova:
She used to be a small island lost in the sea, then she was a dune. She was a hillock of sand and he was the wind in the night that touched it gently, very carefully. He loved her so much he wanted to be dust all his days without her. Shon had been sandstone and granite. HeÂ’d been patient. HeÂ’d been mud.Â And he had been a digger for years and years. Diggers were the sexless workers who cut the stones and carried the bags of sand with which other diggers built houses. He had been a stone and a bag of sand and other diggers had built a house with him. He mixed with other stones and he couldnÂ’t pay his sex tax to become a man. He had remained a wall of a house forever, rubble in the base of a mausoleum, a tile on its roof, a chimney dead with smoke. He could not become a man until the house crumbled, until the roof disintegrated and the chimney melted away.
I'm currently reading Tree of Smoke by Denis Johnson. I'm 217 pages in and I still can't figure out if I like it or not.