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Lilm

Two Flashes of Fiction by Helen Phillips

We like to sit on a rock. We like to sit on a rock shaped like a turtle. We like to dig holes in the sand and watch them fill with water. We like to drink rain. We like to sit in sun.

We like to look at our toenails. We like to shut our eyes and see orange. We like to eat things from the sea. We like to dream of house. We like to put our nose on the sand and smell how it smells.

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Anatomy of a Woman’s Spine

Four poems by Leslie Harrison

I applied to the sky for asylum applied for space for air
I sought a way out of all the rectangles sought through
forests then meadows with their secret dyes their busy
insects the sky always there the sky never even close

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Daddy-o

Fiction by Whitney Collins

Daddy-o, the optimist, always came to town in his fringed vest and yellow van for the months that ended in b-e-r.

“I’m like a summer oyster,” he’d say. “Can’t nobody keep me down.”

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