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australian sassafrass2Although he resisted categorization, we did the best we could to find him a place. He did not compare well. In fact, he did not compare at all. He did not seem to want to be claimed. We did not know why that was. Some said his presentation of self was too subtle, that his guileless manner threw us off so much that we read it as art. Some said he was too flamboyantly himself, that a little less insistence might have served him better. In the end, he had to be made to fit. The time had come to move on. After that, whenever we saw him, the poor quality of our work was increasingly obvious. It was infuriating. We blamed him for not cooperating. He was ersatz, pure fakery. It was our own fault, our own lack of imagination that we could not see him for what he was, rather than for how well he resembled what we already knew. But that only made us angrier.

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aweto2To read this story, see the print issue of Moon City Review 2017.

avocadoTo read this story, go to: http://thediagram.com/15_4/donovan.html

ash2To read this story, go here: http://www.cleavermagazine.com/seven-pieces-by-karen-donovan/

aspergillum2To read this piece, go here: http://www.cleavermagazine.com/seven-pieces-by-karen-donovan/

aloe2To read this piece, go to: http://atticusreview.org/10-pieces/

artichoke2To read this piece, go here: http://www.cleavermagazine.com/seven-pieces-by-karen-donovan/

alternate leaves2Yeah, those are mine.

ascidium2To read this piece, go to: http://atticusreview.org/10-pieces/

arbutusSo. I did my homework on you, sister. You ain’t just a nice flowering shrub of the Mediterranean, western Europe, and North America, aka madrone, aka strawberry tree. Nooo. You are an unincorporated community in the state of Maryland. A record label in Montreal. A sleek bistro in Soho. A software company for, let me see here, audit analytics. Right. A line of fancy quartz watches. And get this: a Google type font. Yeah, that was from the first few hits. I also hear from reliable sources that you have a cheap little thing operating on the side with the Emperor Moth. Aw, cut it, bird. Tears won’t work on me anymore. You can turn off the waterworks, sweetheart. You’re going down.