Maria had never been in love. But when she first saw a tiny sprout push its way through the tile floor, she felt something tighten inside her belly. She sat in her father's wooden rocking chair, his ... [+]
Short Fiction
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Poetry
Montana Bar
In the glow of this
neon mountain,
framing her face
like a fluorescent halo
from behind
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