How to Make a Snakeskin Bookmark

How to Make a Snakeskin Bookmark

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Step One: Find a SnakeMore

Last Word

Last Word

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He pulls this shit each time a chick dumps his lame ass.More

Evening Guard

Evening Guard

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I should have wrapped my Play-Doh mitts around her taut, Zumba’ed waist. But instead I applied for the lifeguarding gig advertised on a white board at the Y’s front desk.More

Crane and Hoist

Crane and Hoist

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Poor Joe Riggs. Time has slowed to a deceptive taffy-stretch for him while he waits for rescue.More

Somewhere Without Trees

Somewhere Without Trees

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No one broke Jesus’ legs, but someone made Him bleed. More

He Was Right

He Was Right

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When I was young, my old man told me we were all animals.More

Practically Married

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.

OR…

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

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