Caleb

SOUTH X SOUTH JERSEY by

I had crossed a line. There was a moment before all of that happened where I had a chance to be a part of his family. There was a chance for me to feel like I belonged. To feel love and acceptance of a new family. To make my stepdad happy. To prove he was raising a good person.More

Father’s Day

Father’s Day

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The women had left us when the heatwave began. At dusk, they had buried their heartjars in the earth and walked away. A line of women, mothers and wives, drifted through the valley. More

To Have and To Hold

To Have and To Hold

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I was never the patient, never the one forced to grapple with what it means to lose a part of one’s body. I was never the survivor, just the placebo, the control in a world stripped of predictability.More

LTW

LTW

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These times never last forever and icons are merely ways to contextualize the present skipping forward, and forward and gone.More

The Real HarMar Superstar

The Real HarMar Superstar

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He wonders how the place will fare in his absence. More

Lights Out Helena: Montana, 1992

Lights Out Helena: Montana, 1992

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Onscreen, George Bailey is wandering the streets of Bedford Falls, pacing by the house of the girl he is meant to be with but doesn’t know it yet. I cry when he shakes her like a rabbit. You think I don’t know that love?More

A Blue Pill Night

A Blue Pill Night

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The suite is large and expectant; its bed a sea of pillows and false potential. More

Legacy

Legacy

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A short glimpse at a long generational dealing with addiction.More

War & Peace in a Time of Quarantine

War & Peace in a Time of Quarantine

The Guiri Journals by

There were a handful of instances, circulated online and in the national papers, of Spanish citizens calling the police on their neighbors for sunbathing, but for the most part the roof restrictions represented the de jure senselessness of Spanish policy-makers, a rule citizens would vacillate between using as a cudgel against neighbors they disliked, and themselves violating in moments of indulgence, without ever actually getting the police involved. Still, it was long and confused and spiritually cramped period.More

UNLIKELY PLACES

UNLIKELY PLACES

TECHNICOLOR COWBOY DREAMS by

I get these little stints of sadness that wash over me sometimes. Stuff I can’t forget. Stuff I can’t change. The kind of  sad that keeps you up all night and presses everything real close. I’ve got an eggshell heart; thin enough to see daylight through. I’ve learned how to nurse it in my own little way.More

Cool Red

Cool Red

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If it weren’t for the rabbit, he could make it all work.More

Two Stories by Dog Cavanaugh

Two Stories by Dog Cavanaugh

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If you’re willing to pay for it, in that part of the country you can have a person’s entire bedroom set along with all their clothes incinerated with the body. More

Over the Hill

Over the Hill

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What about your blood pressure? You promised you were only going to drink on the weekends. And, even then, no more than a couple glasses of red wine with dinner, three tops.More

The Time Travelers

The Time Travelers

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Oh, God…imagine the places we’ll go.More

The Greatest Quarterback Who Ever Lived Only Played Three Quarters in the NFL

The Greatest Quarterback Who Ever Lived Only Played Three Quarters in the NFL

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What everyone who watched him remembered was his uncanny sense of the game as it unfolded and the way he wept as he played.
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Porkchop

Porkchop

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Life was nothing like that. Most people repeated the same tasks over and over day after day. They got up. They went to work. They came home. If a publisher wanted realism, that was as real as it gets.More

“The car had been through a reconstructed transmission, a busted carburetor, and was an absolute lush for Valvoline.” – Jordan Farmer, “Brothers”