Back in October 1985, I woke up to the horses screaming. My parents weren’t home – they were spending the last of their paychecks line dancing and whiskey-tasting. They could…
Patriarchal
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Rachel Nix
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He used to come up behind me, tell me I’d make some man a fine wife. Didn’t know the kind of man I wanted, if I wanted a man at…
Grandmother, Baking Bread
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Sara Anderson
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Up to your elbows in yeast and flour, you smiled, hummed followed no recipe texture of the dough your own small empire My father bit his tongue though the muscles…
the silence is very clear
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Darren C. Demaree
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i told my children the silence is very clear there is less sorrow in the world than there could be we are upon the fog and not under it we…
there is a small song
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Darren C. Demaree
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i told my daughter there is a small song a loose skin a lip bend an obvious note or two in every day that could be folded into the minutes…
what you want is
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Darren C. Demaree
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i told my son what you want is to trace the first joy with your big toes be playful with it remember that is the one thing you never have…