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Donald’s Morning Star

‘Who did it?! Who signed it?!’ The President stalked the hallways outside the Oval Office. He bellowed again. ‘Who signed … More

It’s snowing out. A few weeks before Christmas Day. You’re shopping for presents. A scarf, red like something burning to … More

I was wrapped in linens, the ones my father had traded jars of moss for in a desert town years … More

My left ear was clogged. A pressure inside that was uncomfortable, but not debilitating. I had become almost entirely deaf … More

A man wakes up lost. Around him, trees—tall as mountains—they block out the sky. The man forgets if there ever … More

The early morning stirs its way into the dawn’s dark sky. And the evening moon, which became the night moon, … More

The window over the sink, the one with a late-day sun coloring the kitchen. Through it, the farmer watched the … More

A colossal pumpkin in my arms, I stumbled into the house. Kicking toy cars, small, discarded shoes out of my path. … More