"Between the Trees" by Sara Rich

Donestre

By Sara Rich

Her walk was brisk as the day was too. The days were so short this time of year, with the shortest of them all only a week away.

Her thoughts were preoccupied elsewhere. As Christmas drew near, and Thanksgiving was over, she felt even more the foreigner, separated by an ocean and three languages from the hot hedge-burning fireplace that kept her family’s ranch house warm during wind-strewn and ice-ridden winters on the Great Plains.

As she walked, the cobblestones closing and counting the distance between her flat and the brick walls of the library, urine-soaked by decades of seven-a.m. drunks, she heard loneliness stumbling along after her, disguised as yellowed leaves whirling toward the backs of her feet.

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Human Glitch

By Alexandria Somirs

Glitches come naturally to all living earthlings,

above and below and in the in-betweens.

Some of us too small and some too be big;

some too hard and others too soft.

And others too wet while others too dry.

There are those of us who won’t walk,

but reach up for the sky and others who run,

searching for their appetite.

As one species multiply and the others divide,

programmers beyond sought equal sides.

But the biggest atrocity of human-kind is a little thing called curiosity.

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