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The Temperature of Me
“Rapunzel! Rapunzel!” Speaks from lips forming in elderly elbow creases. “Where is this Rapunzel!?” Slices the skin on my eyes, taking me from what will always, now, have been dreamt.…
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The Temperature of Me
“Rapunzel! Rapunzel!” Speaks from lips forming in elderly elbow creases. “Where is this Rapunzel!?” Slices the skin on…
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Skipping Stones
When things don’t go my way or when I’m feeling lonely, I go by the pond, skipping stones…
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White Noise
Birch forests sound unlike other canopies. At first I thought about confetti, but it’s not that. The…
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Elko, Nevada
At the next pump, a lime-green pickup, flatbed overflowing with motors and tools, Randy’s Fix-It Service on the…
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Marathoner
Marathoner When I close my eyes, I see you. But it’s not the version of you who’d slip…
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Ox
Hambone turns like an ox plowing, his shoulder heavier than all the planets, his head full of Cosmos,…
Mortality Mediated
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No Egress
We were newly married, which is to say we had become a single, awkward fact in the eyes of the postal service and our parents, and a different, softer confusion…
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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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