Bus and I were surprised, to say the least, when our parents told us we would be staying the weekend at our grandfather’s ranch while they took a short trip. Usually, we had to beg just to ride along with Grandpa and Dad on their trips to the ranch, and never before had we spent…
Category: Issue 13
Issue 13.1 – Poetry
Vacation means 12 hours in a park we know by heart. One churro, one hot pretzel, one Mint Julep sweating through a paper cup. The first night of vacation means convenience store pizza on Fifth Avenue, means the man behind the counter with wax-white skin and eyes filmed over like a butterfly…
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