One Moment
Lenore Weiss
05/22/2012
Inside the discolored sink of her hands, a woman leans over a single spark. Hers alone to nurse this foul splinter. To smother with rocks or feed with her breath?
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Inside the discolored sink of her hands, a woman leans over a single spark. Hers alone to nurse this foul splinter. To smother with rocks or feed with her breath?
This is a story about Randy and June, who lived in the Land of Silence. Every day they walked five miles outside the city to pick walnuts from the walnut
There was a telephone pole two inches tall. One night in New York City on January 3, 1948 at three o’clock in the morning, the pole said, “I wish I
On a planet long ago, there was only one color. And that color was white. People had white buildings, white suits, food, and many more things. Even the planet was
Before there were cities, the hydrant lived beneath the ocean. That’s where she got all her water. When the fish were thirsty, they swam up to the hydrant’s nozzle and
The stone cannot understand the unkindness of water never stopping, never pausing to say something as inoffensive as “hello.” The water keeps moving toward a band of rocks just below