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A little girl was sitting backwards in a wingbacked chair. Her head was rested in her hands. She had large, green eyes and curly bangs. She was peering through her bangs through the blinds at the rain. It had been raining for an hour. “Five-eleventy, six-eleventy, eight-eleventy,” the little girl counted loudly. The little girl’s mother walked into the living room. She carried a basket of laundry towards the sofa. “Honey, don’t sit in the chair that way. You’ll ruin the cushioning.” “Twelve b...

there are many things in the world that have branches: trees have branches and the government has branches branches make me smile because they’re funny I like to stretch my arms out like branches maybe I’ll be the first tree superhero and fly off buildings but my momma says it’s too dangerous for little girls to pretend to fly “they let you run around like this at school?” she says I like to stretch my arms out like branches maybe I’ll be the next president and then I can be a real branch and...

Mat pulled his pick-up truck onto the shoulder of the road, the rhythmic sound of the windshield wipers more like pounding inside of his head. He cursed, slapping the steering wheel with his fist. The pine tree air freshener swung from the rearview mirror, disturbed. Thoughts flew through his head. "Mat, the officer stopped me again at the grocery store," Lynn had nagged that morning, not bothering to look up from the dishes. "If only you would fix the headlights, I could get through the day....

My papa was born black a darkie, a nigger, a coon but if he is lucky he will die a Man tiredyes but Lord, O Lord a Man

Two, rapt in a kiss, lie palm to palm under dark skies. A jolt, lightning. Swelling from mists to floods, god’s tears feed Earth; They humor in a puddle. Thunder and lightning waltz to the beat, as blithe as They: pure fleeting youth.