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Retirement by Jennifer Hubbard

By aulapress

My dog and I sit together on the front porch and watch leaves fall from the trees. The leaves are gold, the light is gold, everything, it seems, is gold in these early days of November just after the big election. We are quiet girls,

Time to Repaint the Barn by Darby Bailey

By AULA Editor

Shielded from a westward sun that could burn
Through ripply glass circa 1899
Mandy the puppy buried open, no urn
Covered above in sweet pea vine

Catch by Diana Corbin

By AULA Editor

Mom always wished for the moon for everyone else and settled on dirt for herself. Take Dad. He was gone for months at a stretch even before he ditched us for his new family. Each time he left, he would come back about the time Mom, my [...]