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.
Featured Poetry: Denotative Meanings by Andrea Spofford
Featured Fiction: Fiddlebacks by Kimberly King Parsons
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.
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