Silence, Father

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“When grandmother passed away, father grew reticent. And I was okay with it, since he abandoned his routine of scolding me for lacking masculinity. Since he didn’t condemn every tear that fell from my face, spewing the same toxic rhetoric of how I needed to emotionally withdraw and appear similar to a parapet wrapped in black derma, to protect everyone around me, just like him. When I thought I would cry most, I felt nothing.”More

Tricks

Tricks

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“And that was nice. Really nice. Just the two of us out there walking along the street, and if you ignored the duck that was probably dead, then we could have been some real couple who owned a dog together.”More

On Being Red Assed

On Being Red Assed

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“I wasn’t just a baseball player, I was Hard-Nosed. I was Gritty. I was a Ballplayer. I was Red Assed.”More

Toy Cars

Toy Cars

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“While the world keeps building up around him he is stuck down there, stunted by childish habits and thought, the emotional, and spiritual level of an eight or nine-year-old child.”More

In Sickness

In Sickness

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“He hadn’t told anyone, the first time. It had seemed like a marvelous secret, the kind you didn’t tell adults for fear of ruining the magic, and even though he was getting too old for fantasies like that now, he decided again to keep it to himself. Instead he tested his new-found strength.”More

Sparrows

Sparrows

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“Meanwhile I’m thinking about how this is what a rehabilitated heroin addict should look like. Not like me, or the others. Imi has a job, money, a fiancé. In short, a life. It’s all worked out for him. Of course, it all depends on your perspective. I’m alive, so if we look at it that way, it worked out for me too.”More

Pallbearers

Pallbearers

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“By saying yes in spite of the dangers, I felt I made myself vital and trusted. And was this not what a good American was supposed to do when making friends abroad? To open themselves up to new experiences, to say yes as much as possible, even when the proposition was frightening?”More

Surfaces

Surfaces

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“My ex-girlfriend Amy-Rose said to me once, ‘You only like me because I’m pretty.’ She wasn’t wrong, though I could’ve retorted, ‘You only like me because I play guitar and have a car.’ A shitty car, but still. Instead I said, ‘Man, you have such a huge ego.'”More

LOVE IN THE TIME OF TEXT, DON’T CALLERA: THE LOST SAD LAUGHTER CHAPTER

LOVE IN THE TIME OF TEXT, DON’T CALLERA: THE LOST SAD LAUGHTER CHAPTER

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“Sure, you probably published several books but the true highlight of your thirties so far has been you dismissively allowing your mind, body, and soul to gradually unravel like an old sweater.”More

Brian Alan Ellis

Brian Alan Ellis

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I want to matter. I want to make a name for myself. I want revenge on people who have abandoned/rejected me in the past. I want to be a big shot, like someone I look up to or have looked up to. I want to transcend my reality of just being another nameless, faceless person who gets up and just goes to work.More

Tom Pitts

Tom Pitts

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  Throw out everything you know about crime fiction. Tom Pitts, author of Hustle and American Static, returns with a plot stickier than an ounce of Humboldt County’s finest. 101 is typical Tom Pitts, the kind of novel that proves he’ll forever and ever have followers, trailing behind him begging for one more hit. —Eryk Pruitt, author of What We ReckonMore

South of Cincinnati

South of Cincinnati

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How do you starve a hillbilly to death?More

PLANTAINS

PLANTAINS

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The plantain is black. It is black. It is black yet it has lightened. It is black yet it feels healthy elastic. The peel hardens up and goes cold. It is a black plantain yet there are signs of stirring life. New grassy hairs the color of wood shavings uncurl from the place where theMore

In the Event of My Death (Nancy, Do Not Read)

In the Event of My Death (Nancy, Do Not Read)

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If Nancy and I aren’t still together when I die, I’d like whatever girl I’m with to wear a black cocktail dress and one of those sexy hats Jackie Kennedy wore. Make sure Nancy gets invited.More

The Legend of Jon Bamboo

The Legend of Jon Bamboo

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“Porn isn’t calculus.”More

Bachelor Party

Bachelor Party

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We first saw the homeless man while stopped at an intersection on the way to Waffle House. Chet and Tadd—two of McCoy’s fraternity brothers—sat in the bed of the truck, already buzzed and anxious to officially start the bachelor weekend festivities. “Chet’s got a history with this sort of thing,” McCoy said. “With what?” IMore

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