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A mile from her doorstep, Sand Beach, for the most part, took its title literally, pebbles decorating the grain. The water was grey where it wasn’t black. Here, in Nybmouth,…
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A mile from her doorstep, Sand Beach, for the most part, took its title literally, pebbles decorating the…
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House Fire
Burning houses make for futile decisions. Here, take this valid ID and carry our social security out of…
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Mowing: a pastoral
I am lazy. I am also stubborn. I suppose laziness is at bottom a species of stubbornness. Each…
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A Pile of Paper
Reading English poets has been a sensory conflict for me. Death was chilly with bare trees, muddy snow…
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Just Enough
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The Bathroom Floor
My father was shaving, a demanding day ahead, when his soul, to prove to him that…
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The Hardest Words to Say
The blue faux leather of the hospital chair stuck to my leg, one of the downsides of living in Texas. I didn’t care. My dad was talking, sharing memories that…
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San Antonio Review
Volume 7.2
Winter 2024
Winter 2024
Volume 7.2 · Winter 2024
A season of difficult light
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