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Flight
I opened their cage to test their loyalty. I was a fool. But they deserve their freedom … I guess. Continue Reading Flight
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Dead Sites
As the Jeeps rush down the highway, the old man, 73-year-old artist Alvaro Enciso, asks Alicia the names of the dead migrants. Continue Reading Dead Sites
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House Rules
There were footsteps in the next room and Gail lay still, listening. Continue Reading House Rules
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Writing, and Chaplin
We are, as writers, the solar collector, the hybrid engine: we take energy from what surrounds us or our remembering of surroundings Continue Reading Writing, and Chaplin
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Days of Winks and Roses
Two weeks later Jesus winked at him again. It wasn’t sunlight playing silly buggers this time. Thunderclouds were blanketing the sky. Continue Reading Days of Winks and ...
What Happens When Your Psychiatrist Pretends He’s Mick Jagger
Unquestionably, my husband was right; there were and still are many things wrong with me. On top of my empty-nest crisis and puppy training, I live with chronic pain. ...
The Nightingale and the Swallow
None of the teachers know my name, You’re Laura’s sister aren’t you? I like borrowing her status but I’d like my own name. Continue Reading The Nightingale and ...
On Love
The pool of glowing crimson collecting under it, traces of the life my father had taken, stained the floor for months. It was an art, he said. Continue ...
I’m a Secret
Shhh, shhh. I’m going to tell you my story, but not too loud, not too loud. Can’t let them hear; they won’t like that. Continue Reading I’m a ...
You Shook Me
I rocked back and forth, still holding onto the headrest, singing those lyrics, whether it was the chorus or verse or that freaky middle part with the wailing ...
On the Value of Feeling the Fear … and Not Doing It Anyway
But I didn’t swim and when we were all settled back around the fire, it seemed as if the shame clung wetly to me as we all dried off. ...
In the Beginning Was the Word and the Word Was from Our Sponsors
Gritty truth sells nothing. This has to be the kind of sadness that afflicts interesting, successful people. Continue Reading In the Beginning Was the Word and the ...
Wreckless Abandon
I arrived to find him sitting at the end of the bar. He was in his late thirties, a few years younger than me, cuter than his photos – a ...
Bright morning stars are rising
He was old, his hair too long, too oily. He said he wanted my mum when he thought no one was looking, whispered it to her by the burgers and ...
The Skills of My Brother
But still he sends the needle down again, hesitates for a moment, letting it hover, making sure to get it in just the right spot. Continue Reading The ...
The Wrestlers
I still maintained the faint desire to have a go in the ring and it remained an unfulfilled ambition. Continue Reading The Wrestlers
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A fairly weathered friend
She keeps looking, searching for something that isn’t there anymore, but smiles at the same time, keeping a polite pace to the conversation. Continue Reading A fairly weathered ...
Mark Is Dead
The singer shuffles onto stage and it’s like seeing an old family friend who hasn’t been around for a while. His face is getting lined and his stage presence is ...
Wrathful Wiccan Wikipedians
How accurate is the information we receive via wikipedia, anyway? Continue Reading Wrathful Wiccan Wikipedians
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Confession
She’s not sorry, that much I know. When she’s walking away, I crack open the door of the box to get a good look as she slips out into the ...