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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

Somewhere Without Trees

Somewhere Without Trees

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No one broke Jesus’ legs, but someone made Him bleed. more

Dropping Dimes

Dropping Dimes

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There was barely anyone on the highway. Tony felt it was a mixed blessing: he wanted to need to pay attention, to not think about things other than working within the flow of traffic, but he also wanted to get there quickly. He remembered something a teammate, Liam, had once told him: to be good,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 Silence of Small Rooms

The Silence of Small Rooms

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The elevator is full to bursting. Intolerably hot is how you would describe it, if pressed. Wall to wall. Elbow meet elbow. You’re eyeballing the orderlies and patients and visitors all around you, trying to dead-reckon their weight and then compare to the oxidated inspection plaque that lists the elevator’s carrying capacity as Max 4more

Many Ways to Find Out

Many Ways to Find Out

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I might have let timidity be my guide had Hannie not started in with her Saturday sojourns. She just started disappearing. I would be in the backyard mowing the lawn or moving boxes into the attic. I would return to the kitchen for something or to make lunch and she would be gone.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

Trophies

Trophies

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The beast grinned in a display case beside the six-shooter that’d killed him, not scaring nobody but a boy who couldn’t go to the pisser without his momma in hand. “He ain’t nothing,” Curly said and gave the case a smooch. The kid’s face crinkled.more

The Time Lassie Let One of the Boys Die

The Time Lassie Let One of the Boys Die

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One afternoon, the summer before I started junior high, I left my younger brother to die frozen and alone in the English countryside. I’m speaking metaphorically, of course. The nature of this metaphor will become clear to you very soon. Not metaphorically, my younger brother and I rode our bikes to the local Aldi grocerymore

Missing Saint

Missing Saint

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The scraping sound of the pencil against the wall is like a whisper, like the wall is reciting the prayer. more