You Don’t Have Very Far to Go

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And for two days straight, before going into the bookstore, I’d been locked up in a darkened room that stank to high heaven of unwashed pits and a poorly-wiped ass.More

Buoys

Buoys

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Florida was like a page of loose leaf. Nothing and everything possible simultaneously. More

Look What You Made Me Do

Look What You Made Me Do

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In the kitchen, Leta puts on dishwashing gloves, pulls a plastic bag from under the sink. In the backyard twilight, she scoops the cat carcass up, dumps it in the bag. The intestines coil at the bottom like a glistening snake. Behind her, Jack shifts in his pen, catching the scent of blood again, and she hisses at him, a warning. She ties the bag tight, shivers, holds it to her chest. Where to put it now? More

Ships Come In

Ships Come In

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Where my dad lives is a mass of brick row homes crushed together with awnings that were once white but now are gray with dirt. Our block, where we’ve lived since I was in middle school, looks like a mouth with busted teeth cause two houses are boarded up with the windows smashed. But the day he unlocked the front door for the first time, he couldn’t hide his smile.More

Replacement Child

Replacement Child

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People will do almost anything when they lose something like their wallet or phone or child. Sometimes these weakened people are my game.More

The Tap

The Tap

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A lustful boys follows a bloodlusting girl down dark roads and through empty fields in search of a man, any man, to satisfy her thirst for revenge. But when she forces him to step up, he finds that violence is not within his repertoire, and notions of power and control are inverted. More

Reunion

Reunion

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The horror seemed to move from town to town each week like a dark circus claiming young lives. Other years it might’ve been tornadoes or terror attacks or even some stupid internet thing like the time kids started snorting cinnamon, but this year had been absolutely dominated by murder in schools. Like most folks, I couldn’t bear to hear about the latest shooting and couldn’t bear not to watch it and read about it compulsively.More

This is What Killed Manuel “Cheyenne” Gutiérrez…

This is What Killed Manuel “Cheyenne” Gutiérrez…

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Since the shit bomb went off earlier this year. Since the sickness came, killing well over 200,000 like a Gatling gun. Since the astronomical loss of jobs happened under a racist Nazi President who is actively blackmailing the country by holding back any chance of stimulus until after the election thus sending millions to breadMore

Swan Dive

Swan Dive

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Is it a good sign my girls feel comfortable punching me when I make a bad joke?More

The Vines

The Vines

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The old man died in the doorway of the Fish Shack as we were coming in from a late day of harvesting grapes. More

Relentless

Relentless

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A good Christian boy learns to lie to himself in profound ways.More

Ichi Ni San Shi Go

Ichi Ni San Shi Go

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Ichi…ni…san…shi…go, he says, raising then lowering the puck with each word, each number in Japanese, until he drops it quickly on go like it was a hot coal.More

Curiosity

Curiosity

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I supposed he hated me and tee-ball as much as cats, repeatedly asking “Why don’t you play with a ball of yarn?”More

Townie

Townie

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He wonders how he has become all of these things as he stares into the bathroom mirror, holding his breath so his face has color again. He lets the air out and leans over the sink. He keeps breathing, the sound deep, the feeling and pulse of it so deep that his shoulders tremble.More

Candles And Petals

Candles And Petals

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He was a mama’s boy with a mouth full of trash. More

Soul Survivor

Soul Survivor

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Stones mania adds four more people to a marriage. More

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