Posts in Draw for Write
Bird Feet

She liked watching fish in the river. She liked following the current to its break, against a rock or a branch, the way the water swirled into new shapes from something just beneath the surface. Her father would lift her by her neck and toss her in.

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Ask Brad

For years we’d been reenacting the renaissance at this point, so long that we were untethered to answers from the other side. What was someone to do? We gave up search engines, satellite coverage, internet browser histories, same day shipping.

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A Narrow Escape

You used to slide your hands into rice when you were young. You used to bury your hands in sand still wet from higher tides. You’d sit for hours submerged, thinking of the lives of the crabs that are charting paths around your fingers.

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