Fly

By Diana G Peck Bacon, eggs, and toast at 1pm in the afternoon. 4:20pm, still in nightgown, click, click, click… A song on you tube, then a poem posted that stings naked flesh beneath the gown at 4:25pm in the afternoon. Don’t call. Don’t message. Don’t, don’t, don’t. A fly in the web, now dangling, [...]

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Applause

By Diana G. Peck It’s hard to run in shoes that are just too tight. Whether they were your own, once, or someone else’s borrowed. I try to keep up with the flow of conversation, my feet aching, my mind full; spilling out of my mouth before tested out on page. Here; I am told [...]

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