Katie Quarles

Journey to Seven by Katie Quarles

Grandmother made Dad and a bullet-hole in her chest. She kept a perfect record: circumference of wrist: 3 inches circumference…

4 years ago

Three Sisters Wilderness by Katie Quarles

It is raining. The leaves fall so consistently it sounds like rain. I am a fool. I sit alone in…

8 years ago

Creaking by Katie Quarles

This body, less than. Mouth a minus. Grandmother crossed herself out. Grandfather underlined himself. My blood, I write. My double…

8 years ago

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