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Start reading Beth Lewis’ The Wolf Road

The End A’ Old Me The End A’ Old Me I sat up high, oak branch ’tween my knees, and watched the tattooed man stride about in the snow. Pictures all over his face, no skin left no more, just ink and blood. Looking for me, he was. Always… Read More

Start reading Christina Baker Kline’s A Piece of the World

Prologue Later he told me he’d been afraid to show me the painting. He thought I wouldn’t like the way he portrayed me: dragging myself across the field, fingers clutching dirt, my legs twisted behind. The arid moonscape of wheatgrass and timothy. That dilapidated house in the distance, looming… Read More