Post Grid – Style 9

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Stay Home

Snail stretches her neck out between two bricks and considers the world. Daisies blink the moonlight from their petals and open themselves to the sun. A frog reaches wide, webbed toes towards…

The Revenge Of The Tree Spirit

Pain seared through every part of his being as he took on his new body. The ground cracked and split open with his hued effort, as a glint of moonlight seeped through…

The Way We Keep Water

At the edge of the yard a shallow pan for birds has frozen into a dull mirror. Leaves are caught inside it like something written and crossed out. Near the fence, a…

Tomato vines hold all my memories

I’m in my deda’s greenhouse on our dacha. It's late in August, but the twilight air hints inescapable October. He shows me how to pinch the shoots to make tomato plants grow…

Privacy

Marta Novak surveyed the tiny restaurant’s warm interior. She held the outside door wide open far too long, ignoring the dirty looks from shivering nearby diners. The freezing Washington, DC air reminded…