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Jacques J. Rancourt

Grass so sharp it cuts our shins, I loved you most when there was some semblance of the real— pain, beads of blood—that made me look outside the dream, at the globe of the sky already deteriorating. The facts I don’t remember. Only how it felt to remember the moments I was pulled out. —… Continue reading Jacques J. Rancourt

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Simon van Booy

We touched with a softness that pushed through the skin into memory, like arms plunged into a river — we could feel the weight of each other’s stones. — Simon van Booy, from “Conception,” The Secret Lives of People in Love: Stories. (Turtle Point Press; First Edition edition, May 1, 2007)

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