The Sins of Our Fathers

[short story]

Published Sep 3, 2023

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And so Job died, being old and full of days.

[free verse]

That summer he lived on jam, // from pot to pot, home-made: // peach, the down of her arms.

[free verse]

I press flat against an alder trunk // but a great serrated wing cuts // the moonlight

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