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Here I hang from a limbin the upside downone leg bentone foot bound Suspended from wisdomthough clearly life’s clownhelpless, hopeless yethappiness abounds Apparently in difficultystrength can be foundrelax into uncertainty—poof!and clarity rebounds No swords, wands, pentaclesnor even the hierophant’s crowninstead I hold peace asmy change falls to the ground
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I tucked my cell into my back pocket and pulled a serious face.“Baby, the bank has messed up my account. My benefit check got held up so my bank froze my whole account,” I said.I watched her back she washes the dinner dishes. I can tell by the tension in her neck, the sudden stiffness
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March 7, 1893Emily is being kind to me. She gave me an extra blanket and a slug of whiskey in my water jug. The drink helps with the pain in my side but I stay cold. The cold lives in my bones pushing everything aside. Well that’s alright. I am grateful to Emily for taking
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Creamy white paper pad cracks openA tentative 4H draws me to the horizonfrom darkest to lightframing my perspective with dots and crosshatchesout of myself into the page in the weight of the shell on the sandcapturing light on the waterlost where the sky meets the seawax and wane of 0.5mmthe quiet drawn out in black
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“When she breaks the tender peel, to taste the apple in my hand,” Tess said softly to herself. The federal agent turned a child’s Halloween mask inside an evidence bag. Its blank eyes glared back at her from the mask’s pale face with hard shelled black hair framed in a gold pointy crown. It was
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You wouldn’t sleep when you were a baby. No crying or fussing Just wide blinking eyes looking into mine I remember being desperate for answers Baby books dog-eared searching for a remedy I would push your stroller Circling our neighborhood, meandering unfamiliar streets Worry shadowed my steps I walked, you smiled For hours shaded by
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The sack landed on the counter with a thud. A dusting of white flour puffed across the cool marble counter. There are only five things no six you need for the best pie crust. All purpose flour, none of this fancy cake flour just regular flour, Mae thought as she reached for the good mixing
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It was the smell that gave it away. The soft sweetness of decayed wood thicken with each step. I’ve been gaming since I was nine. I’d practically lived in VR during high school. My husband Charlie and I used to play before life got too busy. I’d heard a few of my coworkers whispering about
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