Time Travel; Before Change, Still Hope
Spoken Word Tight curls diligent enough to wrap around the idea of my finger large eyes soaking up the world like the biscuit Momma made; every last drop of gravy belonged to it like...
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Small Talk
Short Story I like to come out here. Yeah, it’s nice. There used to be a barn over there. I don’t know what happened to it-neighbors must have torn it down. I didn’t...
