by Dalia Davis Flames cooled by blue tones. Rushing foam faces burst into song groovesswinging past stones. A jazz band of water nymphsquell fire arrows aimed for my heart bones.
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The Upside Down Chair
by Michelle Huston I have no memory of the first time I got my period. I can barely remember getting it this past week, although the gnawing feeling inside my uterus reminds me that it did indeed arrive on Wednesday. I do, however, remember when I first learned that a…