Other Fiction

Cherry

Dry Season

once, were cracks in the sky—splinters of sun now they’re sealed— edge to edge, mingled to one droplets fall on sheltering leaves: tearless grief— no...
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Cherry

Dead Man: 1

The day John Bardo died was an otherwise unremarkable day in his life. It was in late spring, when the mornings were beginning to get lighter and...
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Cherry

Entry 2 — Margaret’s Garden

Journal of Isla Loren — March 18 Location: white house above the Aiglin Sea Weather: Dew on the windowpanes, pale light, hush before the wind Notes:...
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Entry 1 — The Mug

Journal of Isla Loren — March 17 Location: the white house above the Aiglin Sea Weather: Salt wind, early fog, something waiting Notes: possible...
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Cherry

Like Glass

Above the library rooftop terrace, the sky was dull and flat—the kind of moody white-grey of clouds not quite ready to cry, just heavy with the...
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Pyre Bits

I lay down slow, my bones like wax— and wish you’d lay yours beside me, in the fire pit. Flame would claim us, erase our tracks— while strangers sing...
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Cherry

Grave (Episode 10 - The Further Chronicles of a Young Lady (and her Maid))

In which 'Arry unearths more than anyone wanted, Gwladys has the job of covering it all up and Aeflethrith has an unexpected visitor.
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Poem of the week

Sea-Salt

Why is the sea blue? They say it has to do with reflection—or other— but I think there’s more to uncover. So, if that’s true… why is the sea so...
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Seventh Place

The horse’s neon hooves hammered against the glass track like gunfire. We tore above a sea of stars. The massive crowd was a blur, a rolling roar...