Trot Trot to Boston

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My wife’s mother has been with us for nearly a week. Our first few days home with our son were tough and we asked if she would fly in from the east. The request, we both agreed days before her arrival, was premature, erupting out of the seething stress following two nights in hospital afterMore

Higher Ground

Higher Ground

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For two weeks last fall, my friend Deno and I went into business together as snake removers. The reptiles had been flooded out of their normal recluses in the swamps and woods surrounding Meridian, and they had invaded people’s homes and gardens. Normally, I worked as a landscaper, HVAC repairman, and the odd handy man,More

In Memoriam Formicarum

In Memoriam Formicarum

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Nowhere to run, no place to hide.More

Cigarettes After Sexism: The Shy-Boy Misogyny of Indie

Cigarettes After Sexism: The Shy-Boy Misogyny of Indie

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I spent most of high school wearing hoodies, reading guys like Salinger, and thinking about a girl called Laura, whose name is not really Laura.More

Where The Big Bad World Begins

Where The Big Bad World Begins

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Tall as the devil, they said. At thirteen. Wingspan of a rare stork. Hands fat as chuck steaks. He should have been ruining worlds, not having his own destroyed by a pint-sized Indian in a second-hand Raiders jacket.More

Tightrope Walkers

Tightrope Walkers

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Lucien primes the engine and watches a little slug of sweat glide down his shin and break against the ankle bracelet. This is a good, normal thing to do, he thinks. The edger starts on the third pull. He imagines taking a step over the invisible line, and them coming for him, sirens ablaze—maybe notMore

Bringing in the Hounds

Bringing in the Hounds

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He felt the impact in his gut—the punch of sympathy, something he’d conjured and reflected on over the years. You share in the death. You feel it knuckle into your midsection. More

Kali VanBaale

Kali VanBaale

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“Never, ever, underestimate perseverance.”More

To Kill a Watchman

To Kill a Watchman

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During my last semester of graduate school, when MFA applications were pending, I was granted a sign from the literary gods. It came in the form of a poorly-worded tweet that was linked, forwarded, and tagged to me at least five times, all from different people: “RECENTLY DISCOVERED NOVEL FROM HARPER LEE, AUTHOR OF TOMore

Joe Clifford

Joe Clifford

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As a writer, you don’t set out to write anything other than that most kick-ass, amazing book you can. So it, of course, stands to reason that, after busting your balls, bleeding out your heart, spilling your soul on the page, having someone say, “This isn’t right for us” is going to hurt. More

Maria, Maria

Maria, Maria

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Seventies young physician fresh out of fancy-schmancy Harvard/Stanford/Harvard/Stanford training blew off chief residency and academic career to become the first internist naïve enough to take a position at some migrant worker clinic in Alviso east of San Jose. Our ramshackle long-neglected prefab building stood between a trailer park, taqueria, chicken farm and Route 237 on a godforsaken patch ofMore

Sometimes The Air Stills

Sometimes The Air Stills

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A boy under the cancerous spell of his abusive father. A town under the deprived grip of misogyny and violence. Both stunted and silenced with fear.More

Can’t Go Back Inside

Can’t Go Back Inside

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When the smoke clears a fire is still burning. The man can feel the flames singeing the interior of his breastbone. The grass he stands on is wet and his socks soak his feet. They had pulled him back onto the boulevard and there he stands as he refuses to sit with the E.M.T. inMore

“Out, Brief Candle!”

“Out, Brief Candle!”

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We were tucked away in a shabby strip center eating chicken fried steak when I got the news. Neon from the “DINER” sign glowed turquoise and bright pink under a small troupe of stars. The waitress had just given us our coffee. She was thin and pale, and her Russian accent contrasted with the restMore

Two Single Panel Comics

Two Single Panel Comics

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A grocery store clerk confronts his past in the soda aisle. A plumber dreams of ways to eradicate his own profession. More

Two Stories

Two Stories

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It all comes out, no matter how many years later. He hated that photo, but it was telling the truth.More

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