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  • Everbeen

    October 19, 2016
    Required Reading, Lynne Millar

    When I was a kid, I used to stay up late reading. Every night – generally sometime…

  • Going Home

    July 30, 2014

    My husband and I sat on our back patio rocking in two white wooden chairs, bought solely on a whim. That whim has led…

  • Sister

    February 2, 2014

    You swallow sorrow
    like knives slicing
    down to your heart.

    I want to gather you,
    press the pieces together,
    slow the bleeding—

    but I fear you like
    a wounded animal.
    Will you…

  • Lacuna

    February 2, 2014

    By Katherine Parker Richmond
    Here is a hole
    a small space
    as though I dropped a stitch
    or two
    in my neat row
    of knit, purl, knit, purl
    no one would…