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User Profile for the Recently Bereaved
I’m looking for the way it feels to stand behind doors sliding shut on a train to Ikebukuro and you…
Lost Centuries
Yonder Years Ago So down a synapse they tunneled, carried past sensation burdens: memory waves chute-oscillated, irrigated crevices and canals…
Stargazing: An Interview with Neil Clark
I forget where I stumbled across your Twitter account (or when for that matter). But I do remember being struck…
Another Morning
The rifle leans by the cabin door. The gray window is cold to the touch. The mother sucks something from…
Grown-Ups Also Lie: Three Micros
Punch Me he tells his son. It’s okay. You need to learn. Tenderly, the father kneels, and the boy makes…
Lakeside Mermaid
It takes thirty years for my older sister to swim here from the Pacific coast. She no longer has vocal…
Wild Thing
CW: kidnapping But we were so young and our parents were hippies, and our music came from the garage band…
And This One is Full of Rain
The birds only come once a year. Always on my birthday, just as I’m blowing my age into candle smoke…
Lisa Won’t Quit Scuba
You and Lisa tried to save your marriage by taking some community education classes. Intro to Pottery started in March,…
Echoes
So sudden you didn’t have time to put your hair on. So loud your eardrums hurt. Who are these people…
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