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Celeste looked across the field of yellow and felt a kinship to each sunflower’s struggle for the sky. They wanted to live, she knew. And they wanted to be different. Like she did. She’d brought the gun with her and it weighed heavy in the left pocket of her blue windbreaker. The season had started […]

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He’d traveled because there was nothing left for him at home. Alec often wondered about the sky and how the clouds migrated from there to here, and he’d watch the trails of jets high above dissipate in the late evening sky, the sun’s gorgeous indifference coloring the world in bold magenta as the paths to […]

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Joseph stood in the September water and the deep chill of it made him cringe. He wanted to run back to the dry sands and towel off, but he was only waist deep and he had to go deeper to purge; to chase away the hold Kayla had on him. So he kept moving forward, […]

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Such effortless whimsy! Let those hands come together! There is celebration here, the rollicking train of tomorrow, locomotive joy under radiant Gods and laws as two stroll down as two, trade infinities, share heart words, press decorative lust and then, hands clasped, arms interlocked, return as one before the adoring, the obligated, the hungry, the […]

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Come on, you fucks. Bring your ecclesiastic witness and your well-born intention. Bait the ignorant with common joy on the other side of life-long strife. Float in the unanswerable ether and evoke the billow and strummed heart, the burnished wings aloft in a sun-stained paradise where folly is forgiven and gates are unlocked by faith. […]

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Petie listened to the engine of the car. It was late afternoon and mom had been driving for forever. They’d stopped somewhere during the night – he remembered waking up and seeing the long white lights of a gas station overhead through the back window – but he didn’t believe they’d stopped since. And mom […]

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The weight of her words wasn’t vocabulary, it was the feeling they carried, as if each beat of her heart produced them. She and he had driven, walked, eaten, drank, smoked, slept and sat together, and her ease was still suspect, as if she were a lion tamer and he was a new beast. Her […]

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Not sure this happened. Not sure the wind in the trees rustled with answers to longing, or if that was the sound of clouds ripping apart under a sun that warmed too much, a sky that promised escape. And hearing it all was like milk on your lips, the contrast to now, stray white dribbling […]

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The need to say this staggers Like windswept tenacity In the untenable. “I love you.” What joy What kindness What thrill to utter simplicity In this incomplete now. “I love you.” To host these syllables! The back of the throat The tongue against teeth And then, the throat again But the teeth meeting bottom lip […]

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No. Not here and not ever will those hands shake as they are, as if Hell breathed an updraft and the coward heart bloomed with rage and fire, shrieking limbs and tearing the mind into everywhere but home, where the beggar unfurls truth and fantasy, hope and ecstasy and the blessed receive baptism under a […]

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