I started this essay by staring at a picture of rabbits slammed against a cane wire wall in the dirt of old California. I thought
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If We Learned Anything from David Bowie by Kelly Davio
On the morning the world learned that David Bowie had died of cancer, nearly every person on my London commuter train had open a copy
In Just April-almost-May by Susan Woodring
In just April-almost-May, when the world is puddle-wonderful, and I am puddle-wonderful, too, full of uishy good feelings and murky little ice-pools of uncertainty, I
Low Country by Laura Jean Moore
To understand what I have done these past few months, I would first have to take you with me to the wide sand beach of
Gym Etiquette Episode II: The Gym Creep by Antonios Maltezos
“I look at the women in the gym. Of course I do. Some I look at only once. A quick look, my expression never changing from post set decompress to the moment I catch a breath for the next lift. Others, I’ll catch in the mirror, a quick one two, and then I move on. I figure even if they know, they’ll see that I was being respectful about it at least, more admiring than leering. And they’ll take it as a complement. No harm done.” ~ Antonios Maltezos
The Magic Hour, The Lullabies of Mistakes by Joe Mills
“Now, with the arrival of the piano, the hour has again changed and become even noisier. It’s when one of us sits and practices, drinking wine, and then the other does. In a way, we are offering our version of lullabies although, ironically, the one song that I’m not allowed to play is Braham’s ‘Lullaby.'” ~ Joe Mills
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