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Nonetheless 23 Aug 2013 | 07:11 am
Even if the soggy footprints we leave at the edge of the sea refuse to provide proof of our passing through, even if the briny air carries our conversation only as far as the first gray breaker, even...
What If 14 Aug 2013 | 09:03 pm
It’s a coyote howl against a Bloody Mary moon; panting awake wet from the shivering ache of a nightmare in which you'd found contentment; a cold stroll in the dark as footsteps not your own gain gro...
Statute of Limitations 13 Aug 2013 | 08:36 am
for Josh Sure, I’m going to miss the bayou for awhile and the redneck foreplay of my favorite bouncer’s double-tap, moving a little lady’s Bowie knife as she slides all the way over to the sweat...
Reservoir Road 8 Aug 2013 | 07:54 pm
I know where the bats live on Reservoir Road, where I used to pedal faster in the after-work black of my adolescence. The broken glass at the top of the abandoned plywood mill allowed eeri...
Shameful Jealousy 30 Jul 2013 | 03:27 am
The sun that day made everywhere look like yesterday. It was a Saturday morning, but I was headed to work anyway. A curly-haired mother with wheat field skin was holding hands with her curly-haired d...
It’s Physics 19 Jul 2013 | 07:09 pm
Michael Long’s head was smoking after our warm-up run in PE class. It was his first day and he was fast – faster even than Mr. Baughman. But, more impressive than his speed was the fact that his ...
Space 15 Jul 2013 | 07:54 pm
I have a friend who, like me, has a couple of full-grown sons. When the subject turns to them, he spends a lot of time looking down, his voice dims, his thick hands hang. His oldest, especially, ...
Work Boots 6 Jul 2013 | 04:56 am
Jackson is two now, Dimples nearly gone for good. Pull, cross, hook. It is still dark this morning. It is dark every morning. Pull, cross, hook. He likes to wake-up when I do, Watches me lace my ...
Clatskanie 6 Jul 2013 | 04:54 am
All she knew was that this place came with a mill and logs, steady work, and a little white house. Far away from familiar-and-binding ties, she bundled baby Emma and followed her husband to anothe...
How to Survive the End of a 22-Year Marriage 24 Jun 2013 | 07:49 pm
Lean over the rail and drop it. Make sure you’re plenty high because there are things to do before the splash. Drop it and shake-out your hands and arms, let them get used to the lightness. Look ov...
