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Candles And Petals

Candles And Petals

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He was a mama’s boy with a mouth full of trash. more

Love—

Love—

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Five years I had tended to an increasingly severe depression. It had no identifiable beginning. Or if it did, we were not aware of it. The liveliness of her manner dimmed in a strange progression. Her highs were always attaining the same height, but her lows found newer and newer depths. Until the highs became a tolerable apathy, then nothing. more

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

Cool Red

Cool Red

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If it weren’t for the rabbit, he could make it all work.more

Will You Completely, Eagerly, Hungrily Devour me

Will You Completely, Eagerly, Hungrily Devour me

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I reach for your hand, but you pull away, sweat splattering across the ground. You shoot me a questioning look and I pretend to read about how ostriches don’t actually stick their heads into the ground. It shouldn’t be a big deal. But it’s hot and I hate the zoo. Maybe, I should just smilemore

Master Plan

Master Plan

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I will sit in my company’s unfinished office space with a woman I hardly know and tell her everything about me, from the most deeply personal details to the most inconsequential. During our interaction I will drink high-quality gin to facilitate the telling.more

Marriage Laundry

Marriage Laundry

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Sam was teetering underneath that fragile leave-stay threshold. She had to make it just past that…more

Bittermoon

Bittermoon

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

Parallel Lives

Parallel Lives

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Sometimes he thinks he’s living parallel lives. He was reading about some kid, I’m sure, no younger than himself, who had died in a cave—what do they call it—spelunking? One local news channel reported that. Another said he and his friends were only exploring it. They just went in and never came out. Not untilmore

Crusher

Crusher

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Balloons lined the curb beside the dumpster there, a festive splash of color to coronate the grand opening of the new supermarket down the block. I found it cute, so cute that I was like the guy who missed the UFO over the splendor of an aurora borealis. When sunsets do fun things in Jersey,more