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✴︎ FictionHand-me Down
We both bent down to see Grinch in his corner of the tank. His white belly smooshed to the glass, a thumbprint with a beating heart. There was a stick he could sit on, but he always picked the glass…
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✴︎ FictionSpatterdocks on a Lazy River
The toad lounged on a spatterdock with a root-packed calabash pipe hanging from the corner of his mouth. As he meandered down the river, he sealed his lips around the pipe and inhaled, his chest expanding into a large bubble…
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✴︎ FictionThe Good People of Rana Temporari
On the Emerald Isle of the world, past the harbors of Howth just south of the Kylemore farms—which usher goat cheeses from pastures to plates—and north of the Galway bay, hills rolled towards a shallow bluff and the tallest and…
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✴︎ FictionThe Valiant Never Taste of Death but Once
“Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him.” This was the shit. The good shit. We were the elites. All I had ever performed before was sophomoric fare like my first role…
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✴︎ FictionAll Toads are Frogs
But not all frogs are toads, my mother tells me. We’re in the day room, next to the terrarium. Frogs have teeth, she says.Frogs can live 20 years, longer in the woods.Today is a good day. She painted flowers by numbers, listened…
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✴︎ FictionHibernation Dreams
We dream of beautiful things when we sleep. Terrible things, sometimes. Terrible like when we bubbled and puckered against the river waters, splitting and multiplying, each bone made another of us to punish the Egyptians. Terror of God, which we…