I was screaming
into the canyon
at the moment of my death
the echo I created
outlasted my last breath

My voice it made an avalanche
and buried a man I never knew
and when he died
his widowed bride
met your daddy and they made you

I have only one thing to do
and that’s
be the wave that I am and then
sink back into the ocean (x3)
sink back into the o
sink back into the ocean
sink back into the o
sink back into the ocean
sink back into the ocean

"They’re ghosts, surely, and Rabbit absolutely believes in them. There are things in the world, strange machinations of physics and chemistry,queer intersections of biology and theology, that Rabbit hasn’t the slightest interest in assuming he’ll ever understand or be able to solve. They’re simply there to be believed in, and Rabbit is a born believer. He wants to believe. He has always thought of life as pregnant with possibility— a freak twister or wardrobe the only thing separating him from another world— so ghosts, spirits, aliens and supreme beings coexist within Rabbit with ease. There’s a kind of beauty in accepting the possibility, if not the plausibility, of everything imaginable."

- Bellweather Rhapsody by Kate Racculia

Lock and Key and Connected by Kyle Stewart

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"That afternoon we sat for an hour and a half while Finn painted us. He had on Mozart’s Requiem, which Finn and I both loved. Even though I don’t believe in God, last year I convinced my mother to let me join the Catholic church choir in our town just so I could sing the Mozart Kyrie at Easter. I can’t even really sing, but the thing is, if you close your eyes when you sing in Latin, and if you stand right at the back so you can keep one hand against the cold stone wall of the church, you can pretend you’re in the Middle Ages. That’s why I did it. That’s what I was in it for."

- Tell the Wolves I’m Home by Carol Rifka Brunt
I am shamelessly distressed by this situation.

I am shamelessly distressed by this situation.

"Everyone is moving away and making it look so easy. They seem so happy, breaking down their lives and building them up somewhere else. I can’t imagine living anywhere but Heart’s Horn. I know which neighbors to steer clear of and which Taco Bell will screw up your order and which cops will look the other way if you’re speeding a bit on your way to work or enjoying a joint after. Now my last real friend, Tasha, is moving tomorrow. When she told me three weeks ago I felt like someone had propelled me into space, my ears abruptly plugged with silence and every bit of me boiling and freezing."

- Heart’s Horn, my new story in WhiskeyPaper.