The Return by Roberta Beary
My bicycle falls against the bay’s stone wall. My son, secure in his tiny seat, points to the careening gulls. Grandma, Grandma, he shouts. How could […]
My bicycle falls against the bay’s stone wall. My son, secure in his tiny seat, points to the careening gulls. Grandma, Grandma, he shouts. How could […]
Acid Pillow Talk Deception isn’t the only way to manufactureeulogies, mushrooms and oranges. Magnetic fields can procure the same thrill.Omission —intentional or otherwiseneighbors the red handprintsstroking […]
“Come to Aketar and be transformed.” That is what the myths say, the line spoken in a dozen languages across the continent. It is in […]
Lose Touch If a city’s outskirts are ragged, were they once ruffled or ruched? Three popes ago, my brother and I. Two down, him possible […]
[1] Two janitors arrive nightly in matching designs. One is from Warsaw. One claims Durango. They take photos before and after every shift. They hold […]
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