June 29, 2011

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{Fiction} Jeffrey

Arthur held out his hand, palm up to stop our onslaught, and proceeded to bend over the carriage and take out baby Jeffrey. He was swathed in a yellow blanket, and Elaine went to Arthur’s side and together they walked towards us, Arthur holding the baby gingerly as all new parents do.

Fiction, Literature

Scar Tissue

My wife and two-year-old son were putting puzzles together a few feet away from me when I told D I would be his boyfriend.

Essays, Literature

“On Nights Like This” by Antoinette Best

Literature, Poetry

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