Riding into town, I look at the rearview mirror, see my daughter in the back, bouncing with the bumps on … More
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The Farmer, the Skeleton
The window over the sink, the one with a late-day sun coloring the kitchen. Through it, the farmer watched the … More
The Waves
Her phone rings rings rings – riiiing. Hello Hi, you little thing She drops the phone. Cries out. Little thing, … More
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