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On her fifth life, Georgia stops trying to save the world.  She gave it her all. She gave it four of her alls, actually; didn't even stop after the lucky third try left her smoldering on the metaphorical barbeque of a distracted amateur griller. Georgia spent...

I want to be a Girl The way that angels are girls: With flowing white cotton hugging waists, Bare feet that won’t be made to bleed by the glass they step on. Ephemeral physicality, but a forever impression. But I am only a girl In that I blush when you say...

Around twelve he slipped into the boardwalk diner; a cheap little place that reeked of nineties sensibilities. He’d had too many beers to pass for sober, but too few to really be drunk. His belly was warm. His vision spun softly when he looked in...

June 2002, Before It was early in June when the storm hits us. It didn’t do much damage, besides ripping away one of the biggest branches from the maple tree. Just a week after we moved into this house, our neighbours told us about that half-dead, century-old...

Remember running from the top of the hill telling stories about skeletons in the forest, Years later you buried yours there and I never knew   All I had was a pencil sharpener shaped like a house and a spelling bee trophy that didn’t belong to me What did I do to...

It's not so much the full bottles  As it is the empty glass.  A broken promise  Stale and sticky on the crooked coffee table.  I’ll never drink whiskey again.    It’s not so much the noxious assault in the doorway  As it is the broken flag on the mailbox.   Even when empty,  I pushed...