Near. Toward morning. The sky
clears and I begin to find you
once again beside me. There are
islands in the middle of the lake–
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The Canoe Ride
By Kenny Fries
We are trying to find the waterfall –all afternoon, along the edges of the lake, the high-pitched calls of loons. (Imprecise directions.) We Already have an account? Log in Join […]
Stage Directions for a Short Play
In sweet-smelling room of expensive clutter roué sits in oversized armchair, thinking. Langorously sighs, langorously rises, opens the window, shuffles back to seat. Sudden clap of thunder jolts him; instantaneous […]
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