CATFISH MCDARIS

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I worked 97 days in a row, 12 hours at a time. We had shoot outs, murders, anthrax and ricin scares. When they captured Dahmer, we got at least four or five bomb scares a week—folks wanted to mail him an explosive package. I made it, and that’s plenty.More

Worlds Away

Worlds Away

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The rifle waited inside and for the first time indoors, I lifted it in my hands. That’s eight pounds of life and death, my father had told me in the woods. Aim careful. Shoot clean. I ran a thumb over the safety, and elected to keep it in place. I figured if the fat man came back, I could release it first. One last warning. More

Packed White Spaces

Packed White Spaces

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More people gather around the Washer-Dryer. Allen is at the center of the group, holding up the white leather pants. See, he’s shouting, no damage. None! They’re as good as new, even better.More

Merry Xmas, OK?

Merry Xmas, OK?

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This year Chappy resolved to show his daughter what Christmas was all about. They’d do it together, like a real goddamn family.More

Good at Finding

Good at Finding

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I can still hear her sayin’, “Why you want to clean up after people’s dirty selves. Not too much pride in that.”More

Doing Something is Better Than Doing Nothing

Doing Something is Better Than Doing Nothing

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…nobody else volunteered to be the first-aid instructor’s victim after that. But victims they became, nonetheless.More

Two Stories

Two Stories

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Long ago, your father muttered a curse, telling you that you’re doomed to have a child as troubling as you were.More

This is All So Absurd

This is All So Absurd

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While Greg had no idea what he was, while he couldn’t conceive of the strange metamorphosis brought on by uneasy dreams, he knew he was warm. And if he was warm, he was alive.More

A Cure For Cancer

A Cure For Cancer

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A man loses his wife to cancer and must confront the emotions around his son.More

Heat

Heat

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When I got out of the Navy, I joined the Navy again. It wasn’t immediate. I waited three months, but I couldn’t get a job. People say I should have waited longer. More

Caleb

Caleb

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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

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