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Kelly Rowe


Looking Back

When I am desperate I turn to simple things: The shadow of an iron railing, the sad, anonymous painting in the basement of the museum, the paper brick houses along the river where a child wearing nothing but a winter coat beats a stick on a do [...]

The Shed

We were told to stay away, but my brother was not afraid, and pulled himself up to peer in, then broke the lock with the heavy rock I had dragged along for protection in the high weeds. Inside the shed held its breath, packed with a mess of [...]