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Kelly Rowe


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 [...]

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 [...]