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Sarina Gruver Moore

Sarina Gruver Moore is a writer in western Pennsylvania.


Playing Dead

Midnight. Pitch black. On these rural, winding roads are many carcasses--deer, rabbits, chipmunks, raccoons, and most of all, opossums. I’ve…

Aunt Jane

It is a truth universally acknowledged that a single young woman in possession of an imagination must imagine herself the…
April 26, 2018


It’s early. Still dark. The alarm goes off and I hit snooze and roll over, dreading the day ahead. I…
March 29, 2018

Remember Me

Let me be a thief. Or rather, let me be the thief. You remember him. Stripped and pinned, dismantled and disoriented,…
February 15, 2018