The sixth trip up the stairs I see them. Sometimes you can go the whole day without seeing anyone, and I thought it was going to be like that. Little did I know.
Fiction: Moving Day
Featured Poet: Amy Thatcher
Two poems from Amy Thatcher.
Fiction: The Messenger
I Hermes stand here at the crossroads by the wind beaten orchard, near the hoary grey coast; and I keep a resting place for weary men. And the cool stainless spring gushes out.
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