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The Book of Children
One kid keeps having a nightmare about drowning. She hears a sound like something crumbling and opens her eyes. Cracks spread across the walls and ceiling.
Irene, I’m Waiting
We come into this as helpless faucets of overflowing salt ducts, eager and scampering, exhausting profusely to make sense yet never availing, barely scratching.
In The White House
The Saffron Lover
This morning when Walter tumbled off a beribboned donkey halfway up the steep cobblestone path from the port to Fira he was embarrassed.
The Golden Calf
Performance
All Invisible From Where We Stand
Boys Will Be – Levi Andrew Noe
In the overgrown, ripening summer, four boys, elementary age, chase the day away. It is that magic hour, right after dinner, just before the dark comes and beds call.
The Man With No Hands
The bar is dimly-lit yet I can still see his face laced with long, shoe-string tears.
Gettin’ Up
Remaining Lost
She woke on the sand in the scorching daylight and tiptoed her fingers towards the gauze wrap of a woman dead beside her.
3 Words
A descriptive flash piece built of 3-word phrases.
Avoiding the Glue Factory
I want to stop and ask for an explanation, but that isn’t an option because gravity and target workout pace dictates when I can stop.
Return of the Hunger Artists
The old ways were coming back, too. Old tastes. Religion. Cigarettes. Casual racism, masturbation and chastity belts, and long, long fireside stories told on frigid winter nights.
The Birds
Pulling Teeth
Larry Fischer had a new bitters kit he wanted to try, the artisanal kind packaged with letterpress and pipette.
All Sky, No Bone
The right leg kicks the football. The heart beats. The lungs breathe. The mouth opens. These actions belong to a body that used to belong to a girl.
End of the World Music
What could be an endless ocean lay at the prow. Where the deep rosewood deck ends the dark water begins.