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STRINGS Claire Foxx

My mother had these veins in her hands. Soft little snakelets you could roll back and forth with a pencil lead and wavy slashes of watercolor that only showed up in the sun, like disappearing ink. They aged her, but they didn’t. Varicose was the wrong word; something else held them up to the light, a pull or a push, a weight or a tension, a wishing or a kind of magic. Not the blood but the woman herself, her heart and all its strings.

Profile for Ivy Leaves Journal of Literature & Art

Ivy Leaves Journal of Literature & Art — Vol 93  

The Ivy Leaves Journal of Literature & Art is an annual student publication at Anderson University in Anderson, SC. The journal has served a...

Ivy Leaves Journal of Literature & Art — Vol 93  

The Ivy Leaves Journal of Literature & Art is an annual student publication at Anderson University in Anderson, SC. The journal has served a...

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