They slouch across oceans, across borders, have been for years, leaving a trail of footprints, litter, hope, the occasional corpse. They descend on our fields, neck-deep in crops dusted with pesticides, the spore of new construction, bringing life to otherwise dying small towns in Kansas. Many have the audacity to bring their families, to stay,Continue reading “The Immigrants”
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The Foster Child
She’s six years old and has three failed adoptions and suffered a number of smaller atrocities, but now she’s sprinting up the beach against the wind, clutching the pink leash of a borrowed Labrador, the wind swallowing the frantic shouts of her foster mother and the dog’s owner. She strains cold air through her teeth,Continue reading “The Foster Child”
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