Three Photos – Keith Moul
1. CAN 810-1 Peggy’s Cove Rte 333: A foreground of unreceptive, imperious granite, but we know that waves must reach...
1. CAN 810-1 Peggy’s Cove Rte 333: A foreground of unreceptive, imperious granite, but we know that waves must reach...
My parents tell us there will be chickens at the funeral. I can’t help but snort, which doesn’t go over...
Mary must have felt this way. No one asked her, and no one asked me. Even so, when the baby...
I “Jan Frances.” “Oh, god. Jan Frances.” “I take it that means I win?” Cam was already rolling onto his...
Now that I believe in reincarnation, I’m worried about my future. Must be boring for God to watch humans bumble...
Tulum. A single word scrolled across my screen against a backdrop of turquoise water. I clicked to reveal an invitation....
My Papa wore red calfskin cowboy boots. His shoes were creased and leathery like his farm-worn hands. It was because...
Before I was a woman, I was a girl. My mother used to turn me around in front of the...
Best athlete we ever had, that Westhead kid. Wasn’t no bigger than you or me but all muscle and hit...
“Ah, Bridget, I’m liking those rainbow socks,” Simon says, pointing at the bright stripes peeking out between the bottom of...
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