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Photo by Mourad Saadi on Unsplash by Vallie Lynn Watson Incredibly gracious, both, despite the flying plates and shoes; our house used to be serene. Christmas day, bright
Photo by Mourad Saadi on Unsplash by Vallie Lynn Watson Incredibly gracious, both, despite the flying plates and shoes; our house used to be serene. Christmas day, bright
Photo by Serge Kutuzov on Unsplash by Mamie Pound The peaches were past season—firm and beautiful but not sweet. In July they’d paired so well with the Suaternes
Photo by Anna Bratiychuk on Unsplash by Ed Higgins Can you remember how we could each disappear completely, connected despite fault lines, subduction zones all our own? Lie
by Mikki Aronoff Dang, I thought, making a face my mother used to slap me for, I thought this would be easy. But it was like racing to
Photo by Krišjānis Kazaks on Unsplash by Travis Flatt Beside the Fun Alley ran a ditch full of bowling balls, like a carnival’s junk pile of spent crystal
Photo by Michael Jerrard on Unsplash by Kip Knott Enraptured by the Holy Spirit, I let you kiss me exactly six times over the course of thirty years.
Photo by K8 on Unsplash by Bradley David Rain fogs above holiday snow and stocking yarn is stretched from here to the mud. Mother sent the rainbow skein
by T.L. Sherwood Kate should have paid her credit card bill yesterday when she had thumbs. She imagined the sound of incurring interest like coins
Photo by Pasi Jormalainen on Unsplash by Allison Renner Darkness surrounds the house and fields stretch as far as the eye can see when I go outside for
by Catherine O’Brien The bully arrives at his new school wearing a face that was defeated by a memory and unironed cargo pants. It is
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