Illustration by Andres Garzon It was a long drive back from the cottage. We awoke hungover in […]
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“You’re late, Isaac.”
Illustration by Andres Garzon “I kept thinking how marvelous it would be if I could somehow tear […]
Illustration by Andres Garzon I was raised on a farm just outside a village nestled like a […]
Illustration by Andres Garzon We were about 500 kilometers from Thunder Bay when I had something of […]
Illustration by Andres Garzon They killed the boy. Not a they, but a single person. ‘They’ is […]
I bought one bagel to share. It is still warm in the paper bag.
“Why is everything so fucking dark lately? What happened to happily ever after?”
Hot wet tears run down my cheeks and under my collar.
On Wednesday, I watched her steal a daylily from my garden.
