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There was no lipstick on my collar; no cartoonish smell lines of someone else's perfume. There was a ghost, though,...
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The door let out a pleasant chirp as they entered, a twirl of giggles and unbrushed hair, swirling together like...
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Rachel Wyman is a dancer and creative arts therapist from Walla Walla, Washington. She resides in...
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Yes, you were intense as incense, both elegance and coherence, a bull to my china shop, the red to my...
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The boy with the amblyopic squint and his aunt are in the fields, furrowing dirt banks around wilted dwarf apple...
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The spiders in my room are growing. They keep the mosquito population in check. Smeared corpses speckle my walls. My...
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I'd like to go no further than I can throw a stone, no higher than my head, no faster than...
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Pain comes on soft cat feet, curls up on my lower belly, waits until its weight becomes intolerable ...
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The first time you babysit for the Watson boys, their father sits down at the kitchen table and tells you...
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