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Wednesday’s Child
Christi Moore raised a panic on her return to class. Her screams echoed through the empty hallway; the sound of her running made Dan stop and listen mid-lecture. Every head…
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Wednesday’s Child
Christi Moore raised a panic on her return to class. Her screams echoed through the empty hallway; the…
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The Ocean Jewel
Clare was almost thirteen, her father a fisherman on a boat out of Perth on the Indian Ocean.…
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Glory be
Glory be to the street One-Cent walked through night snow with reporter pad to the fire building, the…
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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…
Mortality Mediated
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Once, I Danced with Trees
Once, I Danced with Trees planted in a meadow. I was often dancing in those days, the body seeking relief for its rhythms, wanting a larger stage, itself called into…
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San Antonio Review
Volume 7.2
Winter 2024
Winter 2024
Volume 7.2 · Winter 2024
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