Survival, on the long march into the hostile land crossed by forefathers
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The things that happened today; and the merciless voice in the mirror
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A young boy loses a part of himself to a wild river.
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Bicycle antics between Brother and Sister
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The saddening spiral of a woman’s examination of loss
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Headlights shot out over the road. I walked back. The car barely missed the coyote. It didn’t move.
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Then you lean me over one of the rusty containers and lift up my skirt. I suspect that when push comes to shove, you’ll leave me to fend for myself, ...
I continued my search, hoping for new answers. An ancient Chinese interpretation suggested dreaming of tooth loss meant you’ve been lying; I wish I knew if my psychic would dream ...
The street is soaked in the orange-brown night of the city. Above her, gridlocked clouds choke the sky. Over the sound of her own footsteps, she can hear another set ...
It was a glorious summer, heat and spiky aloes and the clear desert air and all this optimism, this crazy cabalistic energy or synergy or whatever the fuck we called ...
I grin at how my swimming costume makes my body flatter. It squashes my breasts and enhances my pubic bone and for a second, just a second, I can believe ...
I’m trying to hold on to my dream, but my eyes are open. Something has woken me up. I listen closely and hear someone beneath my bedroom window. It’s her ...
I drank your double cream some time ago. The remains now stand upon the sill, in an artisan pottery bowl, clotted. Don’t plead with me with those big spaniel eyes.
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