ByJules Archer

Jules Archer’s work has appeared in SmokeLong Quarterly, >kill author, PANK, and Foundling Review, among others. She is a copywriter who likes red wine, loud music and curse words aplenty.

  1. Go out to the Lie Tree, daddy would always say. 

    No matter the size of the whopper, us kids marched down the dusty back road, across fallen leaves and prairie dog holes, to the stately pecan tree, its twisted branches beckoning the sky. Sometimes, if the lies were really bad, we were forced to crawl the half mile on our hands and knees until we reached roots. Later, when the scabs

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