Practically Married

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Douglas heard the television in the den attached to the kitchen. I should go into the den, he thought. That is where men in families go.More

Dropping Dimes

Dropping Dimes

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There was barely anyone on the highway. Tony felt it was a mixed blessing: he wanted to need to pay attention, to not think about things other than working within the flow of traffic, but he also wanted to get there quickly. He remembered something a teammate, Liam, had once told him: to be good,More

Gordo on the 4th of July

Gordo on the 4th of July

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An idea I’ve been mulling all night catches and burns through my stomach.More

The Angels’ Armory

The Angels’ Armory

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i. Small Town Killers We called ourselves the Small Town Killers because we made ghosts of a man and a woman in their trailer home out on the Etowah County line in West By God, Alabama. They had done us wrong on a deal involving a small number of guns. The news reporters called usMore

Fly Away Home

Fly Away Home

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There was purity and punishment to fighting and a release valve at the end of his fists.

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Sometimes birds lose their way or have an accident.
Sometimes they become victims of predators.More

Night Divine

Night Divine

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Is there balm in Gilead? A nonbeliever reaches for the divine.More

The Inheritance

The Inheritance

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I know he never would have drag-raced Ferraris or had three women massage him in a kiddie pool filled with room temperature spaghetti and farfalle pasta or watch another man murder someone for a few thousand dollars…More

Frank Reardon

Frank Reardon

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Let’s not mince words here. Frank Reardon makes his living as a butcher in Minot, North Dakota. Let’s just imagine for a moment the type of stories a butcher in Minot, North Dakota might tell. Now imagine a guy with the hard-earned writing chops of a Charles Bukowski or Larry Brown. Frank Reardon has publishedMore

The Last Hours of a Hornet

The Last Hours of a Hornet

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The blood settled on the old English letters of Alan’s knuckle tattoo that spelled out the word Nana. Forty-three years of failing at everything knocked him on his ass. Tears filled up his eyes and dropped down on his cheeks. He wanted to wipe them away because when he was a young boy he wasMore

Peace Dove Comes Round

Peace Dove Comes Round

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“See every small town has its own Peace Dove and a man like John who winds up his friend.”More

Fur

Fur

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The doorbell rang and I stepped outside and bloodied my sheepskin slippers in dead squirrel parts. I saw her Volvo speed off, filling the street with the goosey honking of its horn. I wrapped the squirrel carcass in the ruined doormat and tossed both in the trash. I didn’t know what else to doMore

Homer Postcard & Victim of a Crime

Homer Postcard & Victim of a Crime

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“You should see this piece of land I have,” he said. “Most days, it’s just me and the dog out there, and it’s beautiful.” It was the last thing I heard him say before he said goodbye. He was building a house. When he got back from six weeks in Portland it would be fall approaching winter, and even if he paid somebody to keep his worksite clear of snow, what kind of shape would he be in, working in the cold? More

Always the Alpha

Always the Alpha

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My boy, Tanner, has got himself in some mud up at the school. The principal, Mr. Holler, called me at work, and now I have to go and look that man in the eye, and try to keep my temper. Hours of lost wages, insurance premiums on the rise, and we both know my boyMore

Holiday: a Monologue on Family and the Things They Leave Behind

Holiday: a Monologue on Family and the Things They Leave Behind

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Because the holidays are about family…even for shitty familiesMore

The Mustache Game

The Mustache Game

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My roommate Frank is playing the mustache game. The mustache game is when you stick a piece of tape to the television set, and every time the tape looks like a mustache on a person’s face, you have to chug your beer. It’s just Frank playing alone, laughing and drinking. He smells like beef vegetableMore

Reducing and Other Failures

Reducing and Other Failures

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When Jeanette goes missing, I do not blame the swamp. It seems stupid to accuse the swamp of being anything other than a swamp.More

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