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...Christa Romanosky © 2012 by Virginia Tech 2012 Christa Romanosky Gutter I’ve had it with holy. Relying on chai latte, negotiating curves of lip, fad gap. I could not change the future so I got very naked, learned early: the only thing I fetch is godless. They want...

... and Christmas lights along their gutters. ...

..., my stomach a void, spotting Hannah whose long limbs gave her better access to the gutters. I asked Hannah if she thought this was all some bizarre exam. She scooped out a cakey layer of rotted leaves and animal crap which landed with a squelch by my foot. My hand gloved, I cupped the debris...

... everything makes sense > we evolved > see faces in outlets > feel landscape art > tree branches & the veins in our wrists look the same > the fractals > our neighbors spray dandelions in their gutters with glyphosate > we drip around the bucket below we exit the school bus > fun dip & Hi-C-soaked amygdalas...

... the field. The snow around your shed retracts, and your path to the bar and back again reveals red ground. You pace the field to earn your keep. No need for a plow, your footsteps free a swath of land for crops hearty against the hoarfrost. You chisel ice from our gutters and thaw the pipes, asking...

... Makers. The rest came by Cody s father, who demanded the boys clean the gutters first. Dirty brought Cody to a neighborhood of clapboard houses across the river. The houses, up on blocks like a lady on a chair, skirts in hand, afraid of a mouse, had weathered whitewashed fronts, with red shutters on all...

... noticed how scared I was. It was raining harder than when I’d arrived at Lawrence’s house. Water was pouring from the gutters of the house next door. We stood in the back door looking at the rain as though it was pouring knives. “It ain’t nothin’ but a little...

... had the need since he passed a hard egg of scentless shit two days hence, a thing which he held in the palm of his hand, like it was some kind of prized marble he’d coveted as a boy, and which he placed in the gutter instead of chucking it into the water. Each day the same with the cool lull...

... as the rain fell, splashing on the ground, flowing like a river into the gutter. An awkward pressure hung in the air between us as the rain roared. Why did you stop me from talking? I asked her. Not everyone wants to be reminded where their memories come from, she said. minnesota review 100 (2023) DOI...

...Horam Kim Horam Kim Turtlenecks and Tank Tops in the Heart of Kansas City Nobody knows how Mr. O’Brien fell off his roof and broke his leg. Nobody was there to see it happen. He blamed it all on account of an arrowhead stuck in the gutters. The way he told it, he was bend- ing over...

..., offer them to her window at the Oysterbake) he took a peek in the side- view mirror, hoping for the best. But no—two white and red tails of milk and rose petals, one from either gutter, waved from his behind. His heart fisted up and he swore—this kind of spill was sure to screw up his day and get...

... friends. Pringle-Toungate  33 The girl pulls the man in the wagon along the gutter. Crisp gum wrappers stand against the curb. Like grief, his weight isn’t as hard to pull once she’s already moving. She had to stop once when it felt different...