Achromatic
I once knew a woman who lived on 22nd Street. She was alone for most of her life. Men had come and gone, and she had loved them sadly in […]
Category Archives: memory
Acerate
A pile of pine needles, my breath in the air. Here’s the backyard, and the snow on top of it. Where in the white I dropped my keys, I don’t […]
Acequia
Cassie dragged her stick in the thick mud that abutted the ditch. She tried to write her name, but the water kept filling in the letters. She dragged another C […]
Accuracy
You give things away as you age. One of my personal sacrifices was the belief that I would be understood (a better way to say it is exist) perfectly for […]
Accost
Red Marcy was a playful young woman who lived in the flat above the Rue St. Petit whom Professor Rimbaud called his mistress but was really a prostitute. He was […]
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