When I was learning the multiplication tables one day, Ms. Brower came in to tell me they were sending my mother upstate. I thought that meant into the air, someplace in the clouds. As if what must happen to those in such mental trouble cannot be rendered here on the ground. Their state must be taken up.… more
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Crane and Hoist
FICTION by William AutenPoor Joe Riggs. Time has slowed to a deceptive taffy-stretch for him while he waits for rescue.… more
