Stories written with The Portland Fiction Project
Throwing Coins Winter dreams the same dream every time.
Holding Stems Call one thing another’s name long enough, it will answer.
A Fish Named E Suddenly I woke up among strangers.
Finding Ground You learned to go unnoticed behind a lamppost.
Gathering Fruit The drunken sailor who waits in her left pulse.
The Invisible Hand Why on earth would a man raise his hand against himself.

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