Poetry: Satan in Chicagoby Eric Evans |
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Flash Fiction: The Silence Itselfby Dylan Nice |
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The road to the brick hospital was lined with trees bleeding their color. My mother drove slowly since there was no other way to drive to this. Beside her, his illness talked, wheezing, mumbling. Sometimes it was his silence itself that sounded sick.
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Lit City: Literary Events |
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Lit City literary event listings are presented by Just Buffalo (justbuffalo.org)
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