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And Now, a Word from Violet Beauregarde I told you I was more of a gum girl. But you offered […]

Red drips from the moon, like water off the glass leaving wet rings on our moving box coffee table—I’ll buy […]

(in memory of Lavinia Andronicus) how many times have you found yourself on your knees begging for life for redemption […]

i. self-destruction They’re standing on the banks of a river — in a gully – cutting through a wall of […]

The pine martin watches, the wren takes flight, as men circle ‘round and the cutting begins. When it is finished, […]