THE FISHEYE LENSES by Elena Aguilar
Elias sits in front of me on the soft, L-shaped couch, the scent of old marihuana puffing up into...
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Read MoreClary sits on a park bench, and tries to remember what it feels like to be touched. The quick push...
Read MoreTheir first date they played Jenga with lit matches and pick-up sticks with unthreaded needles....
Read MoreI’m not a storyteller, a writer, or anything. I just like writing down the truth. As I see it....
Read Morewho has driven me on the bus, waited my breakfast, lunch, or dinner table at any local diner, who...
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