Oasis by Lillie Busch

My skin bakes beneath my clothes. Dusty dry ground crackles beneath our feet. There is a low humming of bugs, and I know that I’ll return home with more than a few red dots blemishing my flesh. My mind buzzes along with the insects. It’s a live wire near a puddle left over from the […]

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8:03 AM by Hana Tzou

The door opens and up I look, blinded by the light of dawn, her escapades breaking through my corneas. The door opens and in comes you, wide-eyed and youthful, a boy scout, a child. The cafe is quiet on this Thursday morning, croissants sitting serenely in their glass homes, the muffled voices of those who […]

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