Learning to Swim at Forty-Two
It is never too late to be bad at something new.
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Poets
Haiku for the Night Shift
My sister has worked nights at the same hospital for nine years. These are for her, and for the guy at the gas station off Route 9 who says "drive safe" every single time like he actually means it. Different people, one night. 10:58 p.m. Clock in. The day shift yawns its...
Wander
Lost in Lisbon Without a Phone
The best day of the trip started with a dead battery.
Fiction
The Lighthouse Keeper's Last Letter
Some messages take forty years to arrive.