by Jay Udall
My daughter is drawn to heights
that make me shake with terror.
When she was small, Ferris wheels
became my personal hell, Continue reading
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The Heights
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A Hidden Grave
by Jay Udall
The someone we killed,
my cousin and I
in our youth, a face
I can’t see, but weak
and dumb—he was ours,
the air become red,
limbs and head severed Continue reading
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