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Heartstring (Merriam Webster)noun nheart· string | \ ˈhärt-ˌstriŋ \ Definition of heartstring1: obsolete: a nerve once believed to sustain the heart2: the deepest emotions or affections —usually used in plural That movie really pulls at your heartstrings. If your...

Helicopter

Allison DeDecker Before becoming a parentI never realizedhow much hurt is causedin trying to prevent it;how guarding against traumacreates its ownhow watchful eyes can blinkto police searchlights aimingto capture and containinstead of protect and servehow easily a...

In the grounds

Her coffeecould wake the dead,quite literally.This secret menu was real.The body lay on three tablespushed togetherwhile his father sipped mint teain a corner after hours.The recipe, simple:too many beansdark, oilycrushed by screaming burrswater, too hotin an antique...

Isolated Piano

His notes smell of cognac—dark old woodand finesse. The tip-snifter rests on tophis home spinet. Was a time he wouldfill it with warm, brown liquid, then practice.Now it holds dust and matchbooks. Still, he couldsmell brandy as he plunked black keys. Dark woodstill...

Sixteen, doing buggies at the Shop-n-Save

gaze beyond the bridgesas the early evening sundips into the tailof the Ohio river two cloud-making smoke stackspuff awaya rippled reflection of it allin the iridescent flowsmell of fried fishwafts upfrom the fast-food jointacross the parking lotmixes inwith the...

Corner of the Eye

Like the candles lit,by strangers at Easterin homemade gowns.Once they’re secluded, they point their fingersat their recent culprit.That same daythey taught howto steal the Mona Lisa. Michael Igoe, instructor at Boston University’s Psych Rehab Center. City...

i am not a poet

Paxton Grey (he/they) is a non-binary, neurodivergent software developer living in Virginia. He has a degree in Computer Science from Virginia Commonwealth University. They can be found on twitter @PaxWrites.

en route

you know asphalt tastes like death:gritty between your teeth. you loseyourself to the icy street. drunk shoeless, you liethere waiting for an inattentive truckto do what you couldn’t. but it’s 3amin the suburbs and you can’t helpbut think you botched it...