The Third-Class Carriage, by Honoré Daumier

In Traction

July 30, 2024

[article]

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.

[fiction]

He dug and dug and dug. Under the scorching summer sun, Balram toiled endlessly.

[poetry]

And yet nothing is as satisfying // as scratching the pen back // and forth over having it all // done and evidenced.

[fiction]

The first time I tasted a Landomunn Farms pistachio, it ruined me.

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