by Christa Rohrbach The Other Side of a Fourth-Place Medal You are 18 months old when your first hairs sprout. Your mother is ecstatic when she sees them: three tiny, fair, and thin little hairs that were somehow able to pierce through the smooth porcelain of your scalp. She thinks maybe you will stop being […]
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The Sun is Down
by Randy Smith The Sun is Down The nandina’s briolette-cut leaves and conical white flowering spires paste their dreamy selves against the night in a spellbound collage. Collage meaning a jumbled collection of impressions, events, and styles, from French meaning “to glue.” Night is a pastiche of memory, even when it is the […]
