Study of Clouds over the Roman Campagna, by Pierre-Henri de Valenciennes
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June 22, 2024
By Joseph Long
Ain’t that done yet? Ain’t that done? Three words which, // if spoken too soon, sears itself upon // my balloon.
By Jeff Blechle
This morning Yeorgi woke up in his backyard feeling a bruise on his lower back, convinced that stacked chairs and vodka were not his friends, nor was his wife, if he was being honest, or his goat Omar, whose pretense of loyalty clashed with Yeorgi’s trusting nature—and poor little Boots lying dead with light bulb fragments decorating her scant cleavage, well, she was no great pal either, always shoving him into hazardous, life-threatening tasks, always trying to get out of paying him, criticizing.
By Jia Yan Tan
but if that doesn’t work then call your mother
My parents knew that ten percent of my cells were missing an X-chromosome before I was born. I didn’t find out until I was nine.