Poetry by Jacob Jing Remember when there was a sad storyfor every boy who got lost in the woods. When we crieduntil there was a book laid open in front of us, smellingof salt. Once, I could tell you the names of every childwithout a mother. A stone passing from the belly intothe throat. HowContinue reading “The Stories We Used to Tell”
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The Stories We Used to Tell
Poem by Jacob Jing Remember when there was a sad storyfor every boy who got lost in the woods. When we crieduntil there was a book laid open in front of us, smellingof salt. Once, I could tell you the names of every childwithout a mother. A stone passing from the belly intothe throat. HowContinue reading “The Stories We Used to Tell”
