When my mother starts planting trees in the backyard, it’s almost violent. A burial with none of the peace. The way she digs in the soil and pushes the seeds into the dirt, it’s like she’s trying to shove them down into the darkness for good.
Amy DeBellis's work has appeared or is forthcoming in various publications including Flash Frog, Pithead Chapel, Maudlin House, Atticus Review, and JMWW. Her debut novel is forthcoming from CLASH Books (2024).
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