Tag Archives: Daniel Boyko

To My Future Nephew II

It’s early sunrise when our Volvo finally stops. Out the window, the sky hasn’t yet birthed blue. You’re still asleep, strapped into your leopard- print car seat, head leaning against the strap. When I was nine, ten, eleven, there was … Continue reading

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After the Phone Call I Starve

My limbs feel cold, soggy, like half- raw oats. Grumbles should claw from my stomach, tugging at shirt and skin, but there’s only silence. Her body bled into the ground, I’m told, crumbling like run-over turtle shells. They tell me … Continue reading

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