december figurines

so arctic inside, they stand Matryoshka dolls listening for tiny words echoes of hope in each other’s eyes but then the breeze comes blowing red into their noses forming creases around their eyes it feels so cold here because they can’t feel each other’s thoughts anymore. by Andy Kubai   Andy Kubai is a writer and…

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William L. Alton

An Old Man’s Day Now is not the time for love. She’s only been gone a year. I wear black to mark her death. I visit her grave every week. I cannot bring a woman into this. She brings me coffee at the café and offers me breakfast, though I never eat. I drink my…

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Purgatory

The storm brought the ocean into our home. Even after the worst of the blowing was over, mother’s body couldn’t survive in the cold and the wet for long. I could only wrap her in a quilt, put her to bed, and wait. The rainfall had become gentle, and the thunder sounded like a back…

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