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		<title>The Revenge Of The Tree Spirit</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Shruti Sharma]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 08 Jul 2026 15:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>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 mud. He flinched, not used to his new found sense of sight. He clawed with his tentacle-like hands that were splitting and&#8230;</p>
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		<title>Privacy</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Richard Schreck]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 27 Jun 2026 15:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>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 her of her son, of his run-down house trailer located in shouting distance of the Canadian border. Prolonging the sensation of unconscionable cold&#8230;</p>
<p>The post <a href="https://hyacinthreview.org/richard-schreck-privacy/">Privacy</a> appeared first on <a href="https://hyacinthreview.org">The Hyacinth Review</a>.</p>
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		<title>Michael&#8217;s Angel</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Evan Tungate]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 10 Jun 2026 15:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>I was nine and a half years old that summer and most of it passed in a blur as things do at that age. There are some memories I hold on to. Brief bright spots, flashlight beams on the trees at night. I remember pushing the merry-go-round faster and faster until I couldn’t keep up&#8230;</p>
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		<title>This Very Night</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Michael Potter]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 30 May 2026 15:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Tom looked up at the white plenum tiles of the examining room as a nurse slipped a needle into his arm. He took a deep breath to counter a wave of lightheadedness and tried not to imagine his blood squirting into a clear tube.&#160; A short time later, he sat in his doctor’s corner office,&#8230;</p>
<p>The post <a href="https://hyacinthreview.org/michael-potter-this-very-night/">This Very Night</a> appeared first on <a href="https://hyacinthreview.org">The Hyacinth Review</a>.</p>
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		<title>How Would You Grieve Me</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Denise Tolan]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 20 May 2026 15:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>One day, she said, looking up at me while planting parsley on her little patch of land, one day I will simply cease to exist. Imagine that. She took her shiny, sharp shovel and stabbed at the ground.&#160; Who will comfort you? she asked, shooing the fly circling her shoulder. Mom, her daughter yelled from&#8230;</p>
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		<title>The Law Of Resonance And Condensed Milk</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Lia D. Elen]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 15 Apr 2026 15:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>A manifold of frequency, woven from every mind that has ever parsed the world&#8217;s hidden patterns, waits by a pillar of translucent sapphire. Their hands leave trails of phosphorus in the air, a phantom mimicry of the bioluminescence at Falmouth, tracing the invisible seams where thought condenses into matter. I arrive always as if crossing&#8230;</p>
<p>The post <a href="https://hyacinthreview.org/lia-d-elen-the-law-of-resonance-and-condensed-milk/">The Law Of Resonance And Condensed Milk</a> appeared first on <a href="https://hyacinthreview.org">The Hyacinth Review</a>.</p>
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		<title>Pear</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[James Moran]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Mar 2026 15:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>On their way to the first day of school after summer break Scott and Alex decided they would find the juiciest pear in the orchard. A trail of pears, each missing a bite, followed them through the rows of trees. They trotted out onto the field with pears piled in their shirts. At the school&#8230;</p>
<p>The post <a href="https://hyacinthreview.org/james-moran-pear/">Pear</a> appeared first on <a href="https://hyacinthreview.org">The Hyacinth Review</a>.</p>
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		<title>Green Sanctuary</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Simone Martel]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 31 Dec 2025 04:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>When I first read Rumer Godden’s An Episode of Sparrows, it wasn’t considered a novel for children. It was just a novel. My mom was a librarian at the Oakland Public Library, and I would go with her to work on Saturdays and pluck from the shelf any book that looked interesting to me. The&#8230;</p>
<p>The post <a href="https://hyacinthreview.org/simone-martel-green-sanctuary/">Green Sanctuary</a> appeared first on <a href="https://hyacinthreview.org">The Hyacinth Review</a>.</p>
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		<title>The Word Thief</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Patrick ten Brink]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 03 Dec 2025 04:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>I have a confession, kept secret for years. Now that I am no longer who I was, I can share my story without fear of being seen as a monster. It may sound more like a misdemeanour than a crime, but it was, to me, a crime, an admittedly strange crime, flowing from a strange,&#8230;</p>
<p>The post <a href="https://hyacinthreview.org/patrick-ten-brink-the-word-thief/">The Word Thief</a> appeared first on <a href="https://hyacinthreview.org">The Hyacinth Review</a>.</p>
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		<title>Learning To Read</title>
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		<dc:creator><![CDATA[Judy Bolton-Fasman]]></dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 17 Sep 2025 03:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[<p>Mother and child are learning to read at the same time, each receiving what they need from story. My mother learned to be a deep reader as she wrestled with Don Quijote de la Mancha — the first book she read in her master’s program. That year, I was the deep listener — still and&#8230;</p>
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