CLAUDIA ACEVEDO-QUIÑONES was born and raised in Puerto Rico.
She lives and writes in Hampton Bays, NY.
Reason, however, had soured on the vine. That and civilization itself, which struck me now as rotting ever onwardzombielike. I rejected them both at once and turned to the jungle in favor of a savages noble heart. Almost immediately, I was assaulted by a wind of a most disgusting naturea hot, sulfurous wind, not for the faint of heart. I stuck my nose in it only to draw conclusions, mind you, and came away convinced that all forms of life must have a common ancestry. So much for the jungle.
from Russell by Daniel Grandbois
I tried to shove an octopus into a drawer. Whenever I pushed in one side of her, the other would pop out, sillyputtied and tentacled, like dough from a biscuit tube.