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Martyrs

A brigade of ants marching over torsos 
cast in bronze. The mouths that cannot speak 

Like the Rose

For Baldomero and Adeena  My real name is Carlos, but ever since I turned eight everyone calls me Charlie. That’s the name I received from Allen and Johnson, the first two Mormons who ever set…

When the Brightness Seems Most Distant

“It might not be a problem,” she said to her husband before rolling onto her stomach with a pillow clutched in her arms. She was tired from crying and wished sleep would overcome her. Though…

Woodwork

He squints and turns the beam around,
swapping it end for end. He runs 
his eye down the length of the crown
and sees an overall design