THE BLACK FOX BY BRITTANY ACKERMAN
We’ve been living in a hotel for almost two months. It’s August and hot as hell out here in Florida, a kind of hot we’ve never known.
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Posted by admin | Apr 20, 2017 | Non-Fiction | 0 |
We’ve been living in a hotel for almost two months. It’s August and hot as hell out here in Florida, a kind of hot we’ve never known.
Read MorePlease! I am not responsible – all this beauty! I never presumed
to be your mother, your father, certainly not your savior.
Between now and now
is the waiting of the
clock’s second tick
When a child starves in a mother’s arms
the whole world feels sick
even if we don’t want to talk about it
vultures perched
on winter’s skeleton-bare sycamores,
beaks nuzzled under brazen feathers
as they digest their scavenge
Après-midi des enfants By Richard Carl Subber The pond’s blue water, ruffling in precocious breezes, coolly boiling with the thrashing and sparkly splashes of sprites masquerading as children, all enmeshed in the gentle net of...
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