By Jubu Djanx A dying bee rests on the painted pavement of a rec-yardenclosure. How it got there when all inside so desperatelywant out isn’t beyond imagining. There are no bloomsto attract the bee, no floral scents, but many cells—as in a hive—populated by unrepentant and penitent, alike.The bee must’ve made a historic flight through … Continue reading Apivorous
