by Jacob M. Appel
He bled our girls’ fevers, poulticed their burns,
Stayed up with Baby Ida to the last, Continue reading
by Jacob M. Appel
He bled our girls’ fevers, poulticed their burns,
Stayed up with Baby Ida to the last, Continue reading
by Christopher Linforth
At the doorway to the barracks, Shoshana saw snow fall into the darkness. Now and then the searchlights scanning the camp illuminated the flurry of white, reminding her of the soap flakes her mother used to wash her clothes. She lifted the gauze from her wrist and picked at the scabby flesh that had grown over the blue numbers. Continue reading
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by JSP Jacobs
This is where we walk slowly
My arm linked in yours Continue reading
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by Joanna Luloff
Claire had been out of the hospital for six weeks when she invited me up for a visit. She was eager for some company and needed a chauffeur, she joked. Continue reading
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by Kelly Sundberg
“The earth remains, and the heartbreaking beauty where there are no hearts to break Continue reading
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