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No Egress
We were newly married, which is to say we had become a single, awkward fact in the eyes…
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We Are Patches
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Domestic Sentences 47
I like that when the first rain of spring comes it melts the snow on the drive to…
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Gallows
Cape Mendocino sunset. Which forgotten goddess taught the sky to die so well?I fled westward, always westward. Old…
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B 11
It took a bit of time and thinking until Morris finally decided that calling bingo was like watching…
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Going Back
My friends say don’t go back to Florida,say vote with your wallet,say he doesn’t deserve your dollars or…
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A Lament Rises from the Nursing Home
My father is unshaven as though he just woke –grey stubble on bruised skin.What time is it? he asks. It’s 3 pm, I answer.Shouldn’t I be asleep? he asks.His eyes…
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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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