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Land
Raised on a farm, he’s come east to sit in a bar near the school where he may or may not be earning his MFA and to talk…
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Land
Raised on a farm, he’s come east to sit in a bar near the school where he…
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Be Kind, Rewind
“Do it. Go on.” The middle school kid hovers over the VHS tape, a rusted hammer in his…
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The Nacho Master
I don’t like to commit to a grocery cart when I shop; I prefer the carefree swing of…
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Postmarks
A mile from her doorstep, Sand Beach, for the most part, took its title literally, pebbles decorating the…
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House Fire
Burning houses make for futile decisions. Here, take this valid ID and carry our social security out of…
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Mowing: a pastoral
I am lazy. I am also stubborn. I suppose laziness is at bottom a species of stubbornness. Each…
Mortality Mediated
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All the Pretty Paintings
So we go to this gallery—me, Marie, the kids—and it’s not only what I expect, it’s worse. Awful, pointless, white. Everywhere white, the art and the crowd. “Incredible,” says Marie,…
Winter 2024
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