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Twin Killing

Something has changed.       Something about the woman my mother was       failed to find root and grow. Something has changed.       Something of the wolf-mother remains;       there’s Romulus, chewing a bone. Something has changed.       Something about the man my father was       finally … Continue reading

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Indian Apple-Pie

      Her knees, hard-knobbed and ashy as the forehead of the sheik’s own elephant;       her hips move       like a feather,       slowly falling to the floor. She was born to the dance, as much as her mother was—       but her mother,       they … Continue reading

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