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Suspension of Belief

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The trees sing in Morocco. My friend heard twin sisters, a shepherd’s only daughters. Sea tones, celestial timbre. Night herons bathing in the silver bowl. By the moon, the high-water…

My Father Recovering

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The thudding of my father’s footsteps reaches the tiles of our bathroom floor like webbed feet slapping land. My feet make their way from under suffocating blankets that my father…

Streaks

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I. THE FIRST STREAK APPEARS WHEN TABITHA IS SITTING on her living room floor surrounded by hair accessories—scarves, hair ties, headbands, bobby pins, an upturned hairbrush she keeps moving out…

Antiquity II

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IN MIDDLESBROUGH THERE IS A LEATHER CASE SOME 150-YEARS-OLD that hasn’t been opened for 149-years and if all goes to plan it never will be. It is owned by Sandra,…