Tag Archives: Death

Father’s Day

Father’s Day

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The women had left us when the heatwave began. At dusk, they had buried their heartjars in the earth and walked away. A line of women, mothers and wives, drifted through the valley. more

Two Stories by Dog Cavanaugh

Two Stories by Dog Cavanaugh

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If you’re willing to pay for it, in that part of the country you can have a person’s entire bedroom set along with all their clothes incinerated with the body. more

A Father’s Counsel

A Father’s Counsel

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Well, the revolution made Karim fatherless all his life. Now the coup made him lifeless. more

Toward a Happy Culinary Life (Notes)

Toward a Happy Culinary Life (Notes)

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At the final word he looks sad, perhaps recalling his first love (jam), but his observation lingers across the sticky plastic table and your children, at once, come to a realization that all is not right in their world. That their parent is either a liar or, worst, fraudulent.more

PLANTAINS

PLANTAINS

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The plantain is black. It is black. It is black yet it has lightened. It is black yet it feels healthy elastic. The peel hardens up and goes cold. It is a black plantain yet there are signs of stirring life. New grassy hairs the color of wood shavings uncurl from the place where themore

In the Event of My Death (Nancy, Do Not Read)

In the Event of My Death (Nancy, Do Not Read)

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If Nancy and I aren’t still together when I die, I’d like whatever girl I’m with to wear a black cocktail dress and one of those sexy hats Jackie Kennedy wore. Make sure Nancy gets invited.more

Practically Married

Practically Married

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Douglas heard the television in the den attached to the kitchen. I should go into the den, he thought. That is where men in families go.more

Fly Away Home

Fly Away Home

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There was purity and punishment to fighting and a release valve at the end of his fists.

OR…

Sometimes birds lose their way or have an accident.
Sometimes they become victims of predators.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

Virgil Palely Loitering

Virgil Palely Loitering

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“Your cock looks all right, kid,” he said. “I wouldn’t worry about a thing.”more