Soon by Anne Britting Oleson In the yellow daylight I am afraid of nothing except not being in your mind. I catch my breath and turn about, thinking: soon. Thinking: what unbearable agony there is in waiting to breathe. Things... Continue Reading →
On a Day Like Today by Anne Britting Oleson The honey glaze of a doughnut glues my fingers to one another, to the paper, to this moment. I try, inexplicably, to extricate myself from this mess of my own making, wiping... Continue Reading →
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