Stories We Were Told for Catherine Corless The young warrior Fionn didn’t mean to steal knowledge. He just burst the blisteron the scale of a mythical salmon roasting over the fire. He sucked his thumband…
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Edith slowly pulled a faded ear off the rabbit. The toy was so worn from what she imagined to be clutching, and hugging, and tug-of-wars, that she only needed to pluck at the thread before…
She Fools Me Every Time
When I discover my shoeunder her pillow and my credit cardsfloating in the tub, I kiss herfor finding them. Vile animal, she calls mefor taking her clothesand washing them. I confess. She changes my name:…
The Last Thing I Will See Before I Die
Saturday is small and full of bright hot life and love buns. I can’t taste the chocolate notes in coffee three, but Jesus turns the wet brown grounds toliquid light and I growthick roots, twisting…
What Trees Mean to America
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