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These days are the jars we place on high shelves in pantries like/full ripe peaches slick in orange syrup so wet that when the jar/ breaks the house smells of peaches for days after.
Editor's note: Rebecca Gummere's gorgeous essay, "The Transit of Venus" was selected by Rebecca Makkai as the runner-up in New South’s 2015 Writing Contest. Here, Rebecca shares how her essay took shape and what she's been working on since. Rebecca Gummere: The essay is about the gradual decline and death of my mother, but it’s also about the transitory... Continue Reading →
This house is a house where you shake out your shoes. We have bloodsuckers, see. Creepy-crawlies. If it’s pissed off and fits in a boot, we’ve got it. Conenoses and masked hunters, lone star ticks and brown dog ticks. We have scorpions. Scorpions.