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  • Customs – David Sullivan

    End-of-Days writes my full name, hands me my life back, stamped. The mug shot grimace briefly resembles mine. At each bored checkpoint I’m asked my place of residence until the syllables sour…

  • Running From My Father’s Death – David Sullivan

    Pulling myself up the steep embankment after the running trail I’d been on petered out, turned upwards, died in a ferny patch, I use the trunks of trees to counter the downhill…