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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

Legacy

Legacy

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A short glimpse at a long generational dealing with addiction.more

Among the IV Trees

Among the IV Trees

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Moonie laughed. “You made an appointment to give blood on the day after St. Paddy’s. After taking the day off, telling me we were gonna watch hoops all day. Go fuck yourself, appointment to give blood.”more

Bittermoon

Bittermoon

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Drunk and jealous in an exotic locale, he wonders: “What’s the opposite of a honeymoon?”more

Sparrows

Sparrows

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“Meanwhile I’m thinking about how this is what a rehabilitated heroin addict should look like. Not like me, or the others. Imi has a job, money, a fiancé. In short, a life. It’s all worked out for him. Of course, it all depends on your perspective. I’m alive, so if we look at it that way, it worked out for me too.”more

Sometimes The Air Stills

Sometimes The Air Stills

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A boy under the cancerous spell of his abusive father. A town under the deprived grip of misogyny and violence. Both stunted and silenced with fear.more

Three Fishermen

Three Fishermen

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He was jealous of them, of the immigrants, of their boldness, their adventures, but he wouldn’t admit it, and he looked at them and they looked at him, and the space in-between was trapped in guilt, his and theirs.more

The Bass

The Bass

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I know I can get better if I want to. Everybody can get better if they want to.   At the Duck Thru the black ladies are talking ‘bout the Bradley man that used to be sheriff in Halifax County. He killed himself yesterday. Melissa’s rescue squad was called out to it. They say hemore

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

Loaf

Loaf

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How does pre-packaged bread affect romance? J.D. Smith offers one possibility.more