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Anna, Whose Last Name Is Covered In Lichens, 1851–1920, poem by Matt Prater
And I was there as well, I saw. My hands, too, went out and made the world. I did not only imagine the soldiers, I touched them. I soothed, with cool rags, the dying Johnny soldier; I soothed, with cool rags, … Continue reading
What These Boots are Made For, fiction by Matt Prater
Ten years and more had passed, and Joy was now a Ms. That part of it was not as hard as she’d been told; the good things in a bad man weren’t so much, she’d found, that the loss of them … Continue reading
