The Vermilion Manifest
I was sixteen when the manifest first appeared, though I’d felt its presence long before, like a cold finger tracing the inside of my skull. My name is Mira, and...
I was sixteen when the manifest first appeared, though I’d felt its presence long before, like a cold finger tracing the inside of my skull. My name is Mira, and...
In the summer of 2014, I was staying at my cousin’s place in the dusty outskirts of Tucson. My cousin, Marcus, and his wife, Lena, had just moved into an...
The date was November 14th, 2019. I was scheduled for a cesarean with a tubal ligation, my second child. But a sudden respiratory infection turned into pneumonia, and the surgery...
In the summer of 1982, my husband, Daniel, and I moved our family into a modest ranch house on the outskirts of Redwood, a town named for the towering pines...
The old farmhouse leaned into the prairie wind like an exhausted animal, its bones creaking in a tongue we didn’t understand. Margo and I had moved there with our twin...
The day we moved into the rust-colored bungalow on Birch Street, I knew something was off. The house had that stale smell of old wood and dust, and the walls...
Listening to the woods...
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