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Bear and the Art of Life and Death

He looked like a small Siberian husky with a buzz cut. A mix of Siberian, retriever, and hound, he had beagle-shaped, husky-sized ears, and doe eyes. I don’t know why we called him Bear. It had something to do with … Continue reading

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Leap of Faith

though blind for months, you’d still climb onto the divan you shared with your brother, on chill nights. you’d sleep in bliss for hours. waking, you’d stand, shake yourself, move to the edge, and share?

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A wild house mouse

a mouse a mouse wild in the house clothed in velvet soft like a cat gray as a stone with apple-seed eyes looking for rice share?

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