Stories
Miriam Yarger There’s a fire in the city of unspoken, searing pain. Rumors, fresh hot embers, beneath the skyline lay. There’s a fire in the city with casualties on the way. Hearts splintered by shrapnel; with matches you have played. There’s a fire in the city, and truth be put away. Quench the blaze or mob: a choice of disarray.
53 | Spring 2022
