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Continue reading →: The Spellman Files“It’s not literary genius but it goes down easy and makes you want more. Kind of like crack. Book crack.”
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Continue reading →: Anthropology of an American Girl“I’ve never been so captivated by a novel, so simultaneously drawn to and repulsed by a character before.”
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Continue reading →: ScavengerHis eyes were heavy-lidded, as though they were swollen, healing from a slight. I avoided them carefully and how they followed the lines of my body beneath my over-sized sweater. I bought it because my mother thought it was hideous, on one of those forced shopping trips that always seems…
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Continue reading →: Sitting Ducks“There are things you don’t know about me.” He doesn’t look up from the joint he’s rolling, instead concentrates on his fingers, tongue flicking out to wet the end. I lean back on my elbows in a way I hope appears effortless, my forearms begin to ache almost immediately burning…
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Continue reading →: The Woman Who Came AfterShe’s sweet, the kind of girl who would be named after a city, and is. I imagine her in an apron and heels, but that’s not fair, her long hair tied up in a perfect bun. I can’t hate her, the woman who came after. She housed your heart so…
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Continue reading →: And Eventually We BuildAt some point we must begin to make decisions for our future, however distant it may seem. Our history is written and rewritten, our truths become half-truths, and then myths… legends. The people who might disarm us, old, forgiven. The stories no longer pull at our sleeves or bite at…
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Continue reading →: If I Was Wrong About ParisHe told me I was wrong, that Paris loved them. He found a city block filled with guitar stores that were all closed. They stood in the Louvre and smiled, whispering, “we’re in the Louvre.” He told me he liked Mona Lisa’s smile. They made friends with fellow travelers and…
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Continue reading →: Fruit Fly MemoriesThe orange juice was too expensive. The orange punch was on sale. Only the rich drink vitamins, but we’re rich in dreams. I mixed it up in a stolen beer pitcher, I liked it more than I thought I should. Orange drink. Mmm. It’s the middle of winter but we…
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Continue reading →: GooseThey called her Goose because her hair looked like feathers and her skin was soft as down. Pretty as a picture but with this honking laugh that should have belonged to a steel worker or maybe a lumberjack. Some bearded man. She made it like a song. She had long…
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Continue reading →: Eating Animals and The Last Turkey SandwichWe get to Powells early and mostly out of boredom. There was nothing on television and we had already taken the elevator up to The Portland Grill to walk through the restaurant and get a good look at the nighttime view. It was as beautiful, lit up, as you might…
Hello,
I’m Lindsay
Mixed-Cree writer, cozy gamer, and book hoarder. Host of Book Me! Podcast. My debut children’s book Snow Day is coming out October 28, 2024 with Nimbus Publishing.
Lindsay Gloade-Raining Bird 