Voila called and said you’re passé, offering to return your lab coat and reading glasses; Azalea called and said you’re next to drop your petals to the ground, but have heart, there’s always next year…
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Plow by Timothy McLafferty
it was steel sharp as hell and easy to clean and I kept it that way sharp and clean and me and elvin went out in that field him pulling and me pushing and we…
When I dream of a war by Neesa Sonoquie
What I am saying is that my mind is eucalyptus trees on a beach while I am sleeping through another life. When I wake up crying invisible tears I can tell you there are children…
Cur.tain by Zachary Hamilton
i. We’ve seen armchairs yarned in factories as they take away great grandmother with cancer of the lungs, a string of long fluid woven into her assembly apt for a tapestry, a long room that…
February Bloomer by Assra Sudde
It’s been raining and it hasn’t. Rows of grasses glow green, glow with health so they look unnatural. The glowing grass gives me a fright, the only way to say a long i of f…