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Querencia Press Submission
Querencia is going to be opening submissions for our unthemed Spring anthology soon, and I wanted to give Prosers the first chance to send me some work again. We accept poetry, fiction, cnf, & hybrid works. I will repost and like all entries. If you work is a good fit for Querencia, I will leave you a comment, so we can follow up with publishing info. I love work that centers on mental health, trauma examinations, feminism, BIPOC & lgbtqia+ experiences and rights, surrealism, and horror - but I'm willing to accept writing on any topic. If you want more info or background on Querencia check out our website!
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My Brother

I will run with you again

Wrestle arm to arm

Sweat and sting in my side

The air is getting warm

Next door neighbor moved away

And I had to leave home

In pursue of a new career

But you know that I’ll come home

My brother, you are what is me

In that smile, in your teeth

Every movement of our time growing older

Every glance brings us back together

Once a month, I’ll find myself

Crying about the time I moved out

Our family is older than they ever seemed

We’ve become so much older than we’ve ever dreamed

I’ll see a picture posted from mom online

And by looks of it, the doctors were right

You’re taller now than I’ll ever be

But I still can take you out, take you out, you’ll see

My brother, you are what is me

In that smile, in your teeth

Every movement of our time growing older

Every glance brings us back together

You love your grandpa, I love our grandpa

You love the outdoors, I love the outdoors

You love going back to where we came from

I love going back to where we grew up

And even if you don’t remember everything

You are still the same

And if you ever change they way you are

Something in me will change as well

Then suddenly, I awoke from that dream

And I remembered you’re not as old as I had seen

You’re still quite young and shorter than me

And our beds lay right where they’ve always been

We’ve some time to spend together

And if I ever waste it, please bother me

I want you to spend as much time with me

As you possibly can, before I have to leave

My brother, you are what is me

In that smile, in your teeth

Every movement of our time growing older

Every glance brings us back together