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Homer Postcard & Victim of a Crime

Homer Postcard & Victim of a Crime

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“You should see this piece of land I have,” he said. “Most days, it’s just me and the dog out there, and it’s beautiful.” It was the last thing I heard him say before he said goodbye. He was building a house. When he got back from six weeks in Portland it would be fall approaching winter, and even if he paid somebody to keep his worksite clear of snow, what kind of shape would he be in, working in the cold? more

Always the Alpha

Always the Alpha

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My boy, Tanner, has got himself in some mud up at the school. The principal, Mr. Holler, called me at work, and now I have to go and look that man in the eye, and try to keep my temper. Hours of lost wages, insurance premiums on the rise, and we both know my boymore

Holiday: a Monologue on Family and the Things They Leave Behind

Holiday: a Monologue on Family and the Things They Leave Behind

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Because the holidays are about family…even for shitty familiesmore

Reducing and Other Failures

Reducing and Other Failures

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When Jeanette goes missing, I do not blame the swamp. It seems stupid to accuse the swamp of being anything other than a swamp.more

The Mustache Game

The Mustache Game

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My roommate Frank is playing the mustache game. The mustache game is when you stick a piece of tape to the television set, and every time the tape looks like a mustache on a person’s face, you have to chug your beer. It’s just Frank playing alone, laughing and drinking. He smells like beef vegetablemore

WALK IN THE FIRE    (AN EXCERPT)

WALK IN THE FIRE (AN EXCERPT)

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So, I told her, I says right there, with my shorts in one hand, my pants in the other, standing right on her front porch, bare ass as the day I was born for all the world to see, I says, if you think you’re getting a dime of child support from me, then you’remore

Bugs and Olive

Bugs and Olive

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Gabe’s father sat in a camping chair with the trailer’s operating manual, which he read like the Bible, every morning, and made notes along the margins with a fine-tip pen. Out of a newly formed routine, Gabe felt the urge to compare him to some type of bird, but found it difficult due to his father’s arsenal of rifles lined against the trailer’s paneling. Gabe interpreted this as a kind of political statement, but his father claimed he was just being prepared: He believed that bear was coming back.more

I Ended Up Saying Something

I Ended Up Saying Something

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I came to know them all. I knew them well enough to hate them. Except the artist. I grew to love the artist.more

The Great Invader

The Great Invader

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A cool breeze swept out of the nearby hills. Summer’s death rattle. We lingered in the playground across the field from the Great Invader as long as we could, knowing our parents would expect us home soon. Shanker hung from the jungle gym, lifting his chin again and again above the high bar. Caleb andmore

The Enforcer

The Enforcer

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This all started when my doppelganger up and died.more