Author Archives: Jarrett Haley

One-Time Offer

One-Time Offer

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Watching the wall of my shower gain the ability to talk was disconcerting. more

Parallel Lives

Parallel Lives

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Sometimes he thinks he’s living parallel lives. He was reading about some kid, I’m sure, no younger than himself, who had died in a cave—what do they call it—spelunking? One local news channel reported that. Another said he and his friends were only exploring it. They just went in and never came out. Not untilmore

The Psychology of a Knife

The Psychology of a Knife

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What it takes to submit while submitting.more

How to Pick Up Beautiful Women

How to Pick Up Beautiful Women

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Were instead of are, as if beauty fades with time, which is not what you want a beautiful woman to think about when you are trying to enter her life. You don’t want her thinking about death the way you do. That’s no way to find your Imago.more

Laying on Hands

Laying on Hands

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From incarceration to Jesus to Walmart, the reverse chronology of an American life.more

Trot Trot to Boston

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