Fiona McKay
She squats to examine them, moves back from an encroaching wave, exclaims extravagantly. A quick glance around shows her there’s no one to witness her motherhood.
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Ani King
Because Pastor said it doesn’t matter if our eyes are closed if we pray with our whole hearts, Tattletale, worry about your own eyes.
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Pegah Ouji
With each new demand, he, too, shrinks. Never enough. Who is Bell? Where does McDonald live? His daughter is like a sun, setting further away from the clasp of his motor-oil-stained hands.
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Stephen Mirabito
I imagine, briefly, falling on all fours and shoveling little fruits in my mouth. I imagine standing at the entrance of a cave warding off enemies. I look at my daughter and my eyes burn.
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