

A Letter to My Mother
I try to see the beauty in my veiny hands with their papery skin because they are yours and even don your rings.
by Suzanne Weerts
Aug 27, 2015
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Dust in the Wind
I grabbed a knife from the butcher’s block, cut the gold seal and opened the box.
by Suzanne Weerts
Aug 20, 2015
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Freedom to Ride
We had gone less than a mile...when the car began shaking.
by Suzanne Weerts
Aug 8, 2015
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