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Long Nights
Photo by Roberto Reposo on Unsplash by Zvi A. Sesling Long nights like knives cut deep and you wake up next to someone whose name you vaguely remember, Judy
Photo by Roberto Reposo on Unsplash by Zvi A. Sesling Long nights like knives cut deep and you wake up next to someone whose name you vaguely remember, Judy
by Robert Scotellaro My uncle Joe spent time in a submarine under the polar icecaps, knew the value of vistas. Would, in the middle of a
Photo by MART PRODUCTION by Gary Fincke After the teacher’s writing student’s accidental death, he copies her poem about the possibilities of love, reforming the
by Robert Scotellaro She told me, she wondered if roses smelled like old gym socks to gardenias, once. And that relativity was a flexible concept after
by Gary Fincke On the bottom shelf for things seldom touched, the honey has sat half eaten for six years, suspicious by now in the
by Lorette C. Luzajic The pale mare, rising out of the deep. Black bayou, floating past midnight, flickering over the horizon. I know nothing of horses,
Photo by Philip Arambula on Unsplash by Lisa Alletson We mambo home, swishing and flicking our hips and wrists, sharing a pink cigarette, Daisy smelling of apple shampoo
by Kelli Short Borges Wedding goblets shatter on granite, the house listed for sale—hopes and dreams included. He takes the Beemer, she gets the boys, with
Photo by Luba Ertel on Unsplash by Emily MacDonald And because the cat was out, I was late for work, late for the critical meeting, another black mark
Photo by Mihály Köles on Unsplash by Jude Higgins “The final time our stepmom sent us to get lost in the forest, we had no phone to navigate
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