Author: limestone-admin
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Dear Francine du Plessix Gray
“I’m said to be a very gifted analysand,” you humble-bragged in your interview, quite elegantly. I used to be so efficient with my therapist’s time, but the older I get, the more agile I become at skirting the stuff that makes me ugly-cry. Creative Nonfiction by Candace Walsh
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Aubade for an Alcoholic’s Son
straight, gridded teeth / bit down, / asked me to promise I’ll never / go back to sleep Poetry by Megan DeMatteo
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Delta Blues
the trains left / to go where they go / she wasn’t there / to rattle off with them down the lips. Poetry by Matt Morgan
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Painting
It was the divine. He knew none of it made sense. Really, he hated it. But here and now, it was fucking gorgeous.
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What Can Be Controlled
it so happens I am sick of that / way of being: denying my unstrength Poetry by Casey Clague
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Coffee Routine
My teammates’ hands reach for a touch, their fingers wiggling like sea anemones in my periphery. In the car ride home, my father teaches me the word charisma. Creative Nonfiction by Susannah Borysthen-Tkacz
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Piano Lesson
you touched the keyboard / tentatively with blind fingers, / ten newborn mice, hairless, / vulnerable Poetry by Romana Iorga
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Mona Lisa in Bronze
Where had he found rum? I took a sip. It was strong but sweet. Warm from his hands. “In Cuba we have a saying,” he said, “when you drink from my cup, you learn my secrets.” Creative Nonfiction by Dacia Price