...p armpits. I confront him, seated on my grandma's rocking chair, a cushion clad in Moroccan equine embroidery on my knees. I gently hold his hand an... ...z sits by day on colour-peeling, fading benches. His body arched with twanging dignity, his equine face buried in a thickset tome, exaggerated eyes ... ...am not sure he could do it even if he knew what to do…" – Aliza laughed heartily, exposing equine teeth, and waving back a mane of waning blonde. E... ...ed to interview me. He said: "Dead horses do not make a story." My nightmares swelled with equine carcasses discharging jets of ink- black blood. C...