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Aces | Fiction

Aces | Fiction

Randy and I stood at the edge of the living room, not putting a toe into the forbidden space. In the early morning dimness, the Christmas tree tinsel fluttered, enticing as sea anemone tentacles in current. “What did Santa bring?” Randy asked. In second grade, a year...
Crying Boys Welcome Here | Fiction

Crying Boys Welcome Here | Fiction

The sign on the door reads Crying Boys Welcome Here. Inside, they are arranged in a circle, hunched on squeaky metal chairs, faces blurry like foggy windshields, twelve pairs of cheeks lobster-claw red. They hold paper cups filled with water poured from a decanter on...
De Flower | Visual Art

De Flower | Visual Art

My mother always told me to never let boys deflower me. For that reason, I have protected my flower from nectar, pollen, dirt, plucking, wind, and sun. Protecting my flower resulted in a perfectly constructed rose with scratches tearing through the stem, a punishment...