When Yamashita’s girlfriend got angry with him, she would start swearing in English. He couldn’t always understand the words, but he knew they were coarse.
more loveThe music thrummed so loud that Janelle felt the vibrations. The beat pulsed through the walls and into her bones. As lyrics pierced her brain,
more loveReggie had this idea for a bomb. But like, the bomb didn’t explode like other bombs did. It didn’t split an atom or push apart
more loveAnd your home is wonderful, really, it is. I would know; I spent my whole childhood trying not to break it, only to tremble on
more loveThe evening art class at the high school was crowded with middle agers. The much younger instructor kept brushing the palm of his hand against
more loveThe morning’s frost is the same colour as dry spit from an over practiced kiss we pretend means something about love instead of loneliness, and
more love“Did you notice? I wore a white t-shirt for you?” “What’s that supposed to mean?” Leaving me to expound upon the significance of virgin snow
more loveMy mother is putting one foot before the other, is being her sister’s keeper. Across the river, I bring a pineapple loaf to the pot
more loveNoticing a pause where the wind should have continued, I responded, “I can do both, I can love him, and work too.” Her thin smile
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more loveThe cylinder on the tea cart holds Arbutus beach glass some say sea glass and that is, perhaps, more fitting broken glass made beautiful surviving
more loveThe house cost a dollar in ’76. That was the lottery fee. You’d lost out on two or three before this one turned up: a
more loveI cannot dissemble my broken heart and let the pieces become the sticks used to make a bonfire to keep you warm. I am so
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