Francine Witte
One Night, the Moon Starts Crying
Tears falling to earth in gulps of rain. No one knows why the moon is crying but everyone’s making a…
Looley Wants to See his Nose
Not in the mirror. Not in between his uncle’s years-ago fingers. Not running all over town like Gogol. Just something…
1918
Like every other night, Finkus creaks the splintery door, slips out of his only shirt and folds it over a…
For Mommy, who is always crying
in her bedroom like a secret, only we can hear it through the door. My big brother, Lou, took off…
Me and Eddie on the Boulevard
waiting to cross. My heart tick, ticking like a stupid clock. Eddie and his dark hair forest, his blue eye…
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