Loosely based on “Cartwheel” by Lucy Dacus My hands were still sticky from holding a lemonade-smothered quarter when she told me. It was the summer…
Prose & Cons
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It hasn’t been a full day since we drove out to the shore and already home has become shorthand for Room 312 A. Back at…
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The rain tonight sends Everyone to their houses. Our fingertips and Faces turned up, we Walk, side-by-side, to my car Beneath the damp trees.
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How to deal with feelings you don’t want to welcome into being true How to deal with the paper you haven’t written yet How to…
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I first imagine driving with you Then, my hands on the steering wheel Yours at your lap, restless fingers Summer’s breath on our necks We’ll…
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I’m coming anew in my pinkness And caressing my supple heartstrings With saccharine treats Standing tall in the pink pleather shoes That I thrifted last…
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July 16th, 1923 Dear Mr. Redford, I hope this letter finds you well. I am the owner of The Gilded Greek Theater in Mourningport, Massachusetts…
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A wave smacks against a rock. An impulse of anger, the mannerism of motion in shock. How dare it be confined to the sea And…
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“Have a great day, sweetie. I love you.” Billy held on to her a little longer. “Mommy has to go to work, buddy.” Pleading saucer…
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Check ignition. Engines on. Here’s hoping. My diet consists of fantasies Ideas that make up a bigger picture Someone I’m not, mixed with someone I…