Photo by Wojtek Pacześ: pexels.com by Pamela Painter Says “I hate hate hate him.” Says “he cals me names and pockes me in the stomac.”
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Photo by Christian Lucas on Unsplash by Lisa Thornton Say you had gone to him, that boy across the street from the house you lived in before your
Photo by K. Mitch Hodge on Unsplash by Mikki Aronoff Your husband’s in a fury—face flaming, offspring missing; he knows you’ve sent them away. When dispatched to bring
Courtesy of freepix.com by Cath Barton I give out the papers, carefully cut into accurate squares, and when I clap my hands everyone sits up
Photo by Jacob Rank on Unsplash by Gary Fincke He asks his friend why he needs, after lunch, to fight Darryl K, the school record-holder for bench press,
Photo by Kay Enn on Unsplash by Gary Fincke Once, discovering a crying child, a man knelt to ask that girl the lost-questions–her name and who had mislaid
Photo by Vishal Yadav on Unsplash by Gary Fincke One son, eleven, had been fascinated by the intricacy of knots; the other, twelve, had loved the strokes of
Photo by Joshua Hoehne on Unsplash by Suaznne Hicks When you couldn’t get a dog so you kept crickets in a jar? You poked holes in the lid
Photo by Christopher Campbell on Unsplash by Suzanne Hicks Teeth gnawing into my mouth, tongue licking the insides of my cheeks, slathering my lips with saliva. How does
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