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Saturday Afternoon

Short Fiction   The woman came by each Saturday afternoon with a record player and a considerable stack of records. The hands that dropped them into place were heavily veined and thick with age,...


Embrace It

Poem Singing alone in an empty stairway You feel brave enough to kiss the freeway Your cement box collapsing Your heart unwrapping Thrown into the noise Standing reverent and poised You cut what’s not...