to my nitty gritty city by Rebecca S. Rea i love you at dawning day the smell of alleyways and roses in my armsi love you at just-before-twilight how that cat’s light horizon illuminates your palms i love you from the overpass graffiti and ghetto blasts in LA you look down to see the stars […]
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Wind by Titus Gee Rain Threatens me Darkness Hides my road Snow and ice Offer oblivion on every curve But worst of all the wind. Only the wind opposes me Invisible, unavoidable Fickle Shoves me back Insulted by my arrogance. The way looks clear Sharp-lined road ahead Under cloudless blue Yet every mile I fight […]
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Night Ride by Titus Daniel Gee Jimmy liked to ride at night. Liked the steady whir of going somewhere; the expectation, like a tension in his chest. It didn’t matter where they were going. He would sit in the first bench seat of the old van. The seat they had turned around to face the […]
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Tourists by Evan Shultz This article has been archived in RedFence Print Edition One, available now in the Store.
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Irrationality: Tread Lightly by Rebecca S. Rea This article has been archived in RedFence Print Edition One, available now in the Store.
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Looking by Rachel Deveau Slipping away, falling through clenched fingers, Water that fills the deepest thirst And disappears before it even touches bottom Slivers of sunlight, waves of the ocean Green trees standing tall, scent of rain on pavement A first kiss, a final farewell. Chasing the end of rainbows Looking for what we have […]
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A Car Called Wanda: Part Two by James Roland The heat gauge never rose past halfway. The thing is, when the heat gauge is broken, this means absolutely nothing. It also means that, when you have a slow radiator leak, your car engine can explode while driving 75 mph on the I-5 Freeway. No power, […]
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A Car Called Wanda: Part One by James Roland He cried when I bought her from him. At least, that’s what his wife told us: He went inside and got teary-eyed, quiet, depressed. He had two other cars. I’m sure he got over it, but it was still a sign that I had just bought […]
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Far Away Places by Evan Shultz Little Jane had only three memories of her mother—she knew this because she sat down once and counted them out. The first was sitting in a high chair being fed. The second was being carried through the woods to a tree so big it was too big to look […]
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Editor’s Note: The following is the third in a fencepost series by Chris Amico, RedFence’s first foreign correspondent. Chris recently moved to China to teach English, and maybe learn some things as well. We look forward to walking the paths of the East with him, maybe for years to come. Dispatch From the East – […]
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