Author Archives: Jarrett Haley

Cigarettes and Whiskey and No Sex for You

Cigarettes and Whiskey and No Sex for You

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So, I started trying to figure out how she might be right, because I love her, and I trust her, and sometimes I think she might save me when I’m in the mood to think I need saving…more

Patriotism Is Not the Province of the Selfish

Patriotism Is Not the Province of the Selfish

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They’re the kind of people who got theirs and, well, screw everyone else. They’re the kind of people who don’t ladle stew in soup kitchens, pick up litter on beaches, plant flowers for neighborhood beautification projects, or raise wooden frames for Habitat for Humanity.more

American Cheese

American Cheese

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When your brother moves out, his room will be your room, as a sort of hand-me-down, like a pair of Jnco Jeans or a chain wallet.more

Biopsy

Biopsy

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He’d never been to a strip club, but he imagined they were full of Shelby’s.more

The Gallows Fifty Cubits High

The Gallows Fifty Cubits High

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All I can do is search the room for someone who can help me. But Marie went home a half hour ago, Saul’s sitting with his head buried in an ice chest, and all the cousins are dancing, bunched up in front of the DJ, wasted. I’ve seen worse—it’s Purim—but it might be time to panic.more

Friends In Low Places

Friends In Low Places

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The principal made Mike an ex-middle school English teacher earlier in the afternoon.more

dwindle, peak, and pine

dwindle, peak, and pine

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—with thanks to the Columbus Zoo   We find Hay-Zeus on what we think is a Sunday. He is in Cruciform. He is missing below the chest, his neck gnawed away. His fists clench fur. Shame, another says. He is our cook and we have not eaten since what we think was Friday. Not fishmore

One Hundred Twenty Sunny Nights

One Hundred Twenty Sunny Nights

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Before I left Illinois, I told Julie I needed to do this once, meaning Antarctica, not adultery. More and more I don’t know what I want in this world.more

Salinas

Salinas

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Carlos and I were in our usual lunchtime hiding spot underneath the bleachers by the football field. The only place we could get away from the “bro” haunted hallways of Washington Middle School. My lunch consisted of yogurt and strawberries, which the maid somehow thought I loved. I traded them to Carlos for his tortilla,more

The Miller Position

The Miller Position

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Sometimes a guy will do the unthinkable in order to improve his employment opportunities.more