I’ll Explain That There Was a War On

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My grandfather used to ask to see my cigarettes. “Get the bell,” he’d say, turning the pack over in his hands, “it’s pell-mell.” Then he would smile and ask if that commercial was still running, even though he knew it wasn’t. He had quit smoking before I was born, but he still asked how myMore

What Gable Massey Did After His Wife Left Him

What Gable Massey Did After His Wife Left Him

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Gable smiled when he imagined Hollis climbing behind the wheel in the mornings, looping her seatbelt across her chest and wondering why her Saturn always seemed to smell like her former husband.More

Oh to be Burt

Oh to be Burt

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To get chicks you had to be like Burt. It was either be like Burt and get all the chicks or not be like Burt and get nothing. Since I didn’t have chicks I must not be like Burt. So I studied Burt. Burt was a football legend. Everybody knew that. He played one inMore

The Orchard

The Orchard

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Even just thinking about those old days with my cousin Bass, the back-back yard, my sister Hannah, the smell of murky water, I have to do quiet, like I’m listening to adult conversation from around a corner. More

Dog

Dog

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“Have you ever shot anything before?” Mary aimed the gun at Byron’s foot, and watched him step back. “You can kiss me again.”More

Rafters

Rafters

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The old timers stare stony faced from behind our bench, and I think they are frozen in place for a moment, amidst a sea of people threatening to crash down onto the court and drown us all.More

Blue is the Color that Calls Men to It

Blue is the Color that Calls Men to It

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Death took His time with Hattie, made a masterpiece of her, and Jerry took notes.More

Atrial Fibrillation

Atrial Fibrillation

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I eat too fast and sometimes I forget to chew. This is how I am with all things, and if I could appreciate every moment within its own context, eat a meal in silence, cry during a ballet, something like that, maybe I could fix how I love: rapidly.More

Real Fun

Real Fun

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William didn’t need keys to successfully steal his mother’s navy blue Camaro. He knew how to hotwire it in ten seconds flat and lived for the jolt of electricity that shot through his body every time the engine roared without a fuss.More

Songs of Rapture

Songs of Rapture

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If this is not Paradise, then there is none.More

The Silence of Small Rooms

The Silence of Small Rooms

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The elevator is full to bursting. Intolerably hot is how you would describe it, if pressed. Wall to wall. Elbow meet elbow. You’re eyeballing the orderlies and patients and visitors all around you, trying to dead-reckon their weight and then compare to the oxidated inspection plaque that lists the elevator’s carrying capacity as Max 4More

HARVEST

HARVEST

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But Myers always wanted to quit the mine that he worked full time for, to fold his workpants up, shove them into the woodstove, beat across Field’s Church Road down to the riverbank, and slowly drown himself, strangling on the water, washing the ash and dust out of his eardrums, and die in a pure way, natural, so he wouldn’t end up dirty like his father, hanging from the main beam, filthy as a day’s work. More

Michael

Michael

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Landmine

Landmine

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“Wife-beating has a unique and unforgettable sound, especially when it wakes you up in the middle of the night…”More

A Convenient Funeral

A Convenient Funeral

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If you wanna be cool…More

Because of Me

Because of Me

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Valentine’s fell on a Saturday that year and I was off work, but I went where I worked with Gimbel anyways. Why, either went like this: we were stoned, and I wanted donut holes, and Gimbel knew some girls we could fuck later, and we went to Pick & Save for donut holes and condoms,More

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