Tag Archives: Caroline Misner

The Beggar

Like everything else in this world, the darks are whitening, their cheap pallors beguiled by light. These walls are sparse and loveless. I am the angel come to consecrate this homeless shelter with baubles collected over forty years I push … Continue reading

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Virgin of the Travelling Jeans

It seemed as though everyone on the plane had an opinion on how to remove the stain from Ian’s jeans. The old lady in the seat beside him insisted only salt would work; the man across the aisle swore by … Continue reading

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