Cubism

Then I catch Dan glancing tenderly at my infant daughter. We are flopped on the floor of a rented shore bungalow on Long Beach Island. It’s the last week of summer, the last time we’ll all be together

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Fermi

Our brother said there would be three lunchboxes worth of snails in the garden. We called him Slug Boy for that. He was always telling us how many sisters he wanted instead of how many he

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The Exhibition

The asphalt path was cut into the hill so that place-seekers could walk evenly despite the hill’s steep grade. Aurora meandered, her mouth a cold oh over a dripping popsicle, scratching mosquitoes away from

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