The Knot by Dana Li

Is this folly? To bind ourselves, flesh to flesh, in blood and brokenness and whisper, in defiance, against the dark: ‘til death. To mock futility, souls conjoined, despite the mortal sting and laugh in the face of emptiness with this communion sweet. To die daily, for love asks more than words—it demands our life: every frail […]

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Driftwood by Emily Ward

Barnabus Croft would be lying if he said his bones weren’t made out of branches. Clean branches, like the ones that would wash ashore after the annual gale. Those branches burned green and blue, but Barnabus wasn’t like that. He wasn’t salty, or sandy. But he knew he liked the rough knitted cloth spun from […]

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