It’s All You Can Do
Photo by Fabrice Villard on Unsplash by Louella Lester You chew the corner of the blue quilt Granny made for you because once it’s all soggy it squeaks
Photo by Fabrice Villard on Unsplash by Louella Lester You chew the corner of the blue quilt Granny made for you because once it’s all soggy it squeaks
Photo by Fabrice Villard on Unsplash by Louella Lester When she stopped seeing colour she told no one, except the dog, who’d already figured it all out after
Photo by Nikhil Prasad on Unsplash by Cath Barton It rained for a month in the autumn and the ground became a quagmire, the roads rivers. When it
Photo by Nikhil Singh on Unsplash by Jeff Friedman The bones had no names, no flesh either. Blood clung to them. They lay there for days in the
Photo by Wes Hicks on Unsplash by Jeff Friedman Hunger is eating my daughter. Driving from state to state, she lives on Trail Mix and Kind Bars—frail as
Photo by Patrick Hendry on Unsplash by Karen Schauber His body lays still, skin flaky like paperbark. How long, she wonders, placing Myrtle across his chest —the white
Photo by Sri Lanka on Unsplash by Kathryn Kulpa In the moment before the bullets fly, I think of what I wanted to tell you. That you are
photo by repentandseekchristjesus Unsplash by Mikki Aronoff Exotosis…halitosis…cirrhosis, Gram intones as her gnarled right index finger presses down the digits on her clawed left hand—one for
Photo by Eketerina – Unsplash by Mikki Aronoff Two gifts! Classy, I think, on the downward dizzy, the ravine a muddy blur of moose and pine. My bowels
Image by Gabriella Claire Marino by Rina Palumbo In Rome, you feel the building up and wearing down of stone, concrete, and steel. That rainy
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