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White cat looking toward the camera.

Ghost

by Amy Southard I walked into the room, The hardwood floors creaking Beneath my feet. I thought I was alone again, As I gracefully stepped over My fluffy white feline friend. The air felt a little chilled And there was a draft Blowing the sheer turquoise curtains Into a beautiful…

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An overhead view of a neighborhood.

Mulch Mound

by Alec Montalvo There used to be a mulch mound here. From out my kitchen window, I’d see teens coming into the clearing, emerging from the brushes,  carrying snowboards under one arm,  brown paper bagged bottles of booze in the opposite hand, smack in the middle of summertime. They’d get…

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White cat looking toward the camera.

Ghost

by Amy Southard I walked into the room, The hardwood floors creaking Beneath my feet. I thought I was alone again, As I gracefully stepped over My fluffy white feline friend. The air felt a little chilled And there was a draft Blowing the sheer turquoise curtains Into a beautiful…

read more...

An overhead view of a neighborhood.

Mulch Mound

by Alec Montalvo There used to be a mulch mound here. From out my kitchen window, I’d see teens coming into the clearing, emerging from the brushes,  carrying snowboards under one arm,  brown paper bagged bottles of booze in the opposite hand, smack in the middle of summertime. They’d get…

read more...