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Karina Grift
Nick La Galle
May 3, 2019
The Mandala Spider
His long legs creep ever so gently along the web as he rhythmically pulls and places his silk into position. We watch in awe, captivated by
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March 20, 2019
Button on the left
The seats were filthy, threadbare. I didn’t want to sit on them. I clung to my basket and scuttled past, so as not to touch them.
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February 21, 2019
In the wind
“Where are you?” “The roads are blocked, we can’t get there.” “Is everything OK? Are you OK?” He’s pulled away from the group, talking in a
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January 31, 2019
Seeds
New buds were forming on the crop. A miracle. Out here. He looked across the crop towards the horizon. Fledgling stalks were the only patch of
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March 19, 2018
Evil Weevils
Out it flutters when I open the pantry door. A tiny, light brown moth with silver on its tips. It’s insignificant but still gets under my
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February 4, 2018
First Day
Everything is ready. I packed my bag last night and laid out my uniform like mum suggested I do. Everything is stiff and new, unfamiliar, the
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September 25, 2016
Tea Time
She takes a sip but the liquid is scalding hot, she’ll have to let it sit for a bit. A bit, a moment in time, she’s
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February 12, 2016
That’s My Girl
You and I fell in love, didn’t we, in that private little room, just the two of us, gazing into each other’s eyes. Your hands were
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July 12, 2015
The Wallet
I am walking, briskly. It’s early morning and the sun is just beginning to break night’s dark hold on the horizon. The air is cool. The
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