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Buoys

Buoys

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Florida was like a page of loose leaf. Nothing and everything possible simultaneously. more

 A Healing and Killing Lesson

 A Healing and Killing Lesson

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My father took a plastic bottle of motor-oil from the pantry and took me outside. “Go, and pour this under the tires,” he said (He sounded like the God of the Old Testament telling Moses “Go into Canaan, and slay all the men…”)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

Shining the Shoes of the Shoeshine Man

Shining the Shoes of the Shoeshine Man

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I am a fool and would prefer to remain one. It beats the alternative. more

Sharon Tate Has Always Haunted My Dreams (On the Ending of Once Upon a Time in Hollywood)

Sharon Tate Has Always Haunted My Dreams (On the Ending of Once Upon a Time in Hollywood)

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Fair warning: I’m giving away the ending. I am going there, because that’s what the movie’s all about, and you should’ve seen it by now anyway. Like me, Tarantino grew up on B movies, drive-in movies, low-budget films with directors desperate enough to take creative chances to pull in an audience, often through shock andmore

Two Essays

Two Essays

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Dad knows no other way to teach you Indians aren’t magical or mystical, despite what the T.V. and the teacher who made you read The Indian in the Cupboard has taught you.more

Wild/Life

Wild/Life

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Traveling Mexico has its own challenges. So why do I always want to crank the danger up to 11?more

Incompatible with Life

Incompatible with Life

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Clementine died on November 22nd, 2017. She was born three days later on the 25th at 7:35 in the morning. She weighed 36 grams and was 6.5 inches long and I will spend every day of my life missing her and wondering about the person she may have become. more

Stranger

Stranger

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After we had been dating nine months, Mark and I were in New Orleans visiting his friends. We were playing a game similar to that old television show The Newlyweds: to win, you accurately anticipated the other players’ answers, knowing how they would characterize themselves. One of the questions was. “How many people know youmore

Is it Really So Hard: Thoughts and Semi-Rants on Louis C.K., Toxic Masculinity, Art and Victoria Falls by James Hornor

Is it Really So Hard: Thoughts and Semi-Rants on Louis C.K., Toxic Masculinity, Art and Victoria Falls by James Hornor

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What I kept thinking about as I read Victoria Falls, was that this is one thing artists, male artists especially, can do, they can listen, they can do better, and they can craft characters and story lines that map out different, more self-aware ways to be male: males that are responsive and grow, and fight against all the ways society convinces them, men, to suck.more