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“Bo? I need you to be a big boy now,” she said. “Are you ready?"

Find a hair in the rose bush, wrap it around a thorn until that thorn is soft.

Song where a house becomes a dandelion in a puff of savage wind.

My father was neither kind nor strong in his bruising.

We loaded the packs and started down, into the bluing of dusk.

When we’re all together like this it feels like hope is a possibility.

I stood among them as if in a brothel and inhaled the wind.

I fell asleep wondering to whom the tree might have been writing.

I realize now that hers was the face that taught me what driving was.

“I’m looking for a Mr. Miller,” he said. “I was told I might find him here.”

Ed McClanahan

I think she’s too comfortable with humans to stay in the wild.

No one tells you what it sounds like out in the streets when bullets clang.

The purpose of all rules of piety is to extend revelation into ordinary life.

Great new cartoons by Feggo, Katz, LeLievre, Sipress, and Stevens.

Great new cartoons by Conklin, Levin, Stevens, Vey, and Warp.

We'd see them more, but your father and I aren't much for traveling.

Kim Warp