Paradise
Photo by Eric Tompkins on Unsplash by Melissa Llanes Brownlee The lion died the day the circus arrived. The asphalt of the old airport steamed the hay in its
Photo by Eric Tompkins on Unsplash by Melissa Llanes Brownlee The lion died the day the circus arrived. The asphalt of the old airport steamed the hay in its
Photo by Kym MacKinnon on Unsplash by Francine Witte I answer, same as always. Nightfingers sweaty and clamped around me like a fist I can’t shake out of.
Photo by Krzysztof Niewolny on Unsplash by Sue Borgersen For luncheon, our bees feed on royal jelly they themselves have harvested from purple sweet peas. We feed our
Photo by Wilfried Santer on Unsplash by Lisa K. Buchanan The gleaming kitchen looks onto a terraced garden and handcrafted birdhouse. A granite countertop hosts museum-shop placemats, while
Photo by Solen Feyissa on Unsplash by Jamy Bond My professor says that nothing exists outside of human consciousness. The sky is not really blue, the trees are not
by Jude Higgins Time is the station clock at midnight when there are no taxis outside. Time is your wrist watch as you look at
Photo by Sasha Freemind on Unsplash by Sarah Freligh The sun comes up, a glass that shatters when it breaks the horizon. You walk around farmers’ fields for
Photo by David Babayan on Unsplash by Diane Gottlieb The tree outside my window lifts his dark limbs toward the moon. He thinks I don’t see him. He
Photo by Rizvi Rahman on Unsplash by Diane Gottlieb Paula’s in the attic, wearing fur-lined boots. A splinter lodged into her foot last time she braved the floorboards
Photo by Rizvi Rahman on Unsplash by Luanne Castle She pounces from a cliff, shocking me with her thoroughness and whirls me until I scream for mercy. She’s
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