“Stone Fruit” by Jamie Cattanach
A boy in the desert painted my picture once. He was living in a tent. There was snow on the ground, but he’d taken…
Read MoreA boy in the desert painted my picture once. He was living in a tent. There was snow on the ground, but he’d taken…
Read MoreCurses linger, so Kalki moves. Movement traces the long edges of her memory, a personal rain cloud hovering over her, reminding her that it…
Read MoreHorse loves the beaver and its habit of / reengineering the entire ecosystem. Horse sees in the beaver’s efforts a reflection / of her dreams, her goals, and her work ethic. This is a fiction.
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