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Memoir: "Treasure Seekers"

It wasn’t what we went looking for. We went for flint axe heads. The farmer, before my parents, had found axe heads beside the crumbling...

Poetry: I Suppose It Is Easy To Forget

I suppose, it is easy to forget shadows. How they move and feel. Their utter nothingness at the edge of vision. Tendrils ...

Fiction: How To Survive As A World-Hopper

1. You are not the tangled Spider Plant your seventy-five-year-old foster mom (five worlds ago) made you water every day. So stop sending...

Fiction: "When Meeting A Boy For The First Time"

Wear something nice: a full length ball gown or a hat with an ornamental rose on the front. This will show that you have made an effort....

Poetry:"Dionysos at the Blue Moon, four rounds deep" & "My Type"

Dionysos at the Blue Moon, four rounds deep it’s in my nature, it is my nature black curls limp down a clammy neck and bleary burgundy...

Poetry: "Getting rid of the toys that belonged to my ex-boyfriend's children...

.....who saw me as their stepmom" fire truck. helicopter. american girl doll. army men. shopping cart. all these things that were once...

Poetry: 3 Haiku

2 Frost Haikus *for Chris La Tray 1. pink morning sunlight sparkling on the frosty grass crunch beneath my boots 2. frost dusting the...

Poetry: "Hot Cocoa Impact, Marshmallow Intentions" & "Drawn Out"

Hot Cocoa Impact, Marshmallow Intentions He hates the taste of coffee so he orders something sweet. Steamed milk and two heaping powdered...

Poetry: "Split (A Breakdown)"

In the split womb of madness, bubbling black through every pore, I feel every inch of every mistake. With feathers for eyebrows sipping...

Flash Fiction: False Things, Endings

Forget this is number eighteen, circled red on the calendar. Forget you are sweaty, can’t be picky, sit down huffily, a storm of skin now...

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