I prepare the barley and beans knowing I won’t consume them. Knowing this isn’t the meal I crave. Every tale begins and ends with hunger. A barren couple yearns for…
It’s about not cutting your feet on broken tiles. High heels have no place in contact sports and sharp turns avoid stains made by bleeding toes. Floating at the low…
She doesn’t mind being hollow. She has shallow friends and transparent friends and winged friends whose feathers are easily ruffled. Being hollow never seemed that bad, compared to some. When…
The Fox, because of the cameras hiding in the bushes of the surrounding beach, chose to nap during the day. She herself had been hiding even from the resort staff,…
The Tabernacle of Eternal Peace Junior Choir was traveling through the city that day in a long yellow bus to a regional qualifying tournament when another bus, not dissimilar in…
My mother had always been a famous reader, sometimes finding an excuse to read all day, but, more often, she usually just slipped downstairs for an hour or two, curling…
(for Katie) We are in the same woods again. There is richly pine-scented air. There are quiet places to bear our babies. There are other people, just a few. Other…
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