Baltimore Review It is always nice to see a prestigious journal publish fresh, new voices. Such is the case on a routine basis for the Baltimore Review. Most recently, you can check out Priyatam Mudivarti’s “Blue Flame.” It’s a beautifully weird and hauntingly rich story about aging, photography, and death:
At ninety-two, when I close my eyes and suck my breath, I see fire and ash, playing in smoke.
At the count of one hundred: a mountain, the remains of the cut down trees, a man with a beard and without any clothes, rotting under his limbs.
At one hundred and one, my body grows fiery, as if a log from the pyre rolled into my spine and burned my chest.
One hundred and seven. My heart comes to a full stop. I learned to stop my breath. My chest expands out of my ribs, stretches my neck.
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