Call me a villain. Call me a sacrifice. Call me stupid. Call me out on all my crap. Call me when you’re in the next room. Call me a waste of time. Call me back. Call me frigid. Call me a taxi. Call me wasted, sometime after two. Call my dad to say he has two sons sometimes.… Continue Reading
Into the ecosystem had recently been injected another species of working poor high school kids. On the minds of all of them that summer – when was Kacie’s old boyfriend going to fight Kacie’s new boyfriend?… Continue Reading
After ten minutes I was high and taking his keys and going out to his truck and doing donuts in the driveway before racing down to town. He looked scared because he was scared. I didn’t give a shit.… Continue Reading
Pop-Pop never talked about how the person you are when you ship off isn’t the person you are when you ship back. How a war story is only a story if it didn’t happen to you.… Continue Reading
I fell in love with an office block in March 1987. It was a slow romance. She didn’t reveal her secrets to me until long after we’d gotten to know each other.… Continue Reading
Miriam favors retribution. She wipes her hand in slow circles around her stomach. Contemplating revenge makes her feel thin.… Continue Reading
Three ducks fly over, a lawnmower growls, and Anson Senior has not yet arrived for the exchange. The exchange is what Meredith actually calls it. In front of people, no matter who is listening.… Continue Reading
“You know, Brother Norm,” Sister Lucy had said. “I don’t see how God could send anyone to hell if He loves us all-lovingly. Which He does. Plus, I read where lots of birds do it, you know, both ways. Woodpeckers. Penguins. Who’s to say what’s normal? Who’s to say you’re not normal, Brother Norm?”… Continue Reading
Abraham Lincoln dies five times a day with two shows on Sunday, and it’s starting to give me a headache.… Continue Reading
I think about dying a lot these days. But mostly that my crush Sheila might catch me dying. I once heard her tell another teacher that the sensitive boys are her favorite, though I don’t think that means sick boys.… Continue Reading