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I wish I could bring yousome things you may have forgotten, like white locust honey, and those children . . .
I looked for it in the afterlight lapping the edge
of the long valley. I sought it in canopy, in the horizon’s
fringe, past. . .
They pile the barley in stacks and the unspoken halves / are greater. The season is an ongoing industry now . . .
Padding Uber and Lyft's bottom line with taxpayer money.
Short fiction by Tyler McAndrew.
Age-old anti-labor strategies get a liberal twist.