“It’s been years, but I could never forget you, Rick. You lived three houses down in a dark place with no light in it. Behind your house someone had begun digging a pit for a pool and then stopped; they left the ground churned up in tall piles. From my window I could see into your backyard, and it looked as if your home and everyone in it were sinking into the earth.”
“the creation of Man”
volume 97 OF Cutbank Literary Magazine
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“Think, the world filtered blue. Think, curtains billowing inward, full of ocean air.”
“UNFILTERED”
VOLUME 13 OF WEST TRADE REVIEW
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“When the Father, already seventy years old, set off with a westward wagon train from Tennessee, he imagined himself a light in a bright new town, a voice calling in the silver-laden wilderness.”
“Grady’s orchard”
volume 16.2 OF Rock & Sling
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“Aasim holds his boys close. He hates the thought, but they do not smell like his sons anymore.”
“The Acts of Kings”
Issue 153 of Reed Magazine
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“I am six years old when, one summer afternoon as the sun beats down and rolls sweat down my neck, my sister yells, ‘Catch, Judith!’ She launches her porcelain doll at my head.”
“The beckoning green”
issue 54 of The Dark magazine
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“Good morning. Welcome to Self-Preservation for English Majors. I hope you all had a lovely summer. Please stop flirting, you two. You can disappoint each other on your own time.”
“self-preservation for english majors”
published Oct. 2, 2019 at the showbear family circus
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“She loves them, she does, but the magic wears thin after a while. In the heat of it, she often forgets that moment when her babies opened their eyes, those crinkling sounds when life flowed in. Because she does so much, she gives so much! And no one listens.”
“Archimedes”
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Issue 3.1 of Ponder Review
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“Mary must have felt this way. No one asked her, and no one asked me. Even so, when the baby stirred in my belly, humming its sweet vibrations through the wood of my stomach, it felt like the incarnation. Mary—a human impregnated by God. I, Veronica—a violin impregnated by man.”
“Little Miss Stradivarius”
ISSUE 16 OF MARATHON LITERARY REVIEW
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