Home is Where the Tickseed Grows

danny marks

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. . . My home in Galveston was right by the beach . . . but I told myself moving to the desert would be no problem at all, would feel just like home, because it is Texas, so it’ll have tickseed growing, and home is where the tickseed grows. . . .

Permanent Desert Drought

sofia sierra

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. . . The tentacle-like grass grasped at my feet, the towering trees tried to separate me from the sun, and the crape myrtles used their hypnotic . . . flowers to charm wasps and aphids . . . to terrorize anyone that walked too close. . . .

Ballet

laura anette navarro

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. . . my ballet teacher would say something, and I would stare at her face like I could magically understand what she was saying. Then she’d repeat it in Spanish, and the knot in my stomach would loosen.