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VALENTINA CANO: Seasonal Depression
ABIGAIL B. CALKIN : Innocence Shattered
ABIGAIL B. CALKIN : Army Wife

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VALENTINA CANO
Seasonal Depression

A branch, suspended on a breath of summer, gazed out onto the ruined city. It blinked, bark crunching, scratching, attempting to see even father, past the buildings dangling like knives off the sky. The branch peered at the paths, rough tongues of asphalt, feeling their heat reaching up, stroking its underside. The branch winced and tried to pull back. No luck.

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ABIGAIL B. CALKIN
Innocence Shattered

In memory of Jim Carlson
Out of uniform he sat on the edge of his childhood. Wept. Shook wept more. Where is the boy who stood in the sand in awe of the desert, ocean, vastness of space? He sits on the edge of his bed mourning his friend. Jim lay wounded— he asked for Robbie. The Army did what they could to get his hometown buddy there, but as Robbie walked to the helicopter word came Jim had died. Once home six months later, he walked to visit the grieving mother. Did he die for a reason, she asked. He could not answer because there is no reason in randomness. He crept home, his soul too weighted to walk, sat in the bathroom three days sobbing. What was its purpose? Why did he die? Why do I live? His family, not knowing what to do, remained downstairs, waited for him to get off the edge of his precipice, waited for the boy they had sent to war to come home. But the tears never dried. They just stopped running down his cheeks.

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ABIGAIL B. CALKIN
Army Wife

I am an Army wife Felt it when he was about to deploy. I headed the Family Support Group Forgot who I was when he came home. I am an Army wife. Realized it again when I began to write this. Tucked the reality and thought inside. You are an Army wife, a friend said. —What a lovely compliment— You’re right, I am. He may hide his dark side, but I can no longer pretend its absence. He does all the daily practical things. In exchange I cover his invisible wounds at night as we cuddle because I am his Army wife.

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