Main Squeeze Literary JournalAmanita swirls pasted above a certificate of adoption and three days of thrills in Douglas Park. Sea pod split in two halves beside what might be a giant’s flood. Rainy bloomers. Gulmohur. Jasmine flower. Hibiscus. Dazed in a new order. Light art. Yo-yo competition with the moon and the sun. Warm toque a few miles […]
1. “Once there were four children whose names were Peter, Susan, Edmund, and Lucy,” my mom read. I was lying on the green carpet in my brothers’ room, two bunk beds towering over me on either side. All four of the boys were snuggled under their covers, listening, probably falling asleep. My mother made up […]
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