Tag Archives: Death

January

January

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Death was not what he expected but what did he know?more

Rufous Treepie

Rufous Treepie

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Look at a cat, what does it think of you? You would rather be a mouse than a man. And what can you do except feel sorry you are not a rat? Nature AS the manifestation of All sacred, Infinite Being. Whoa. It should show you. more

The Vines

The Vines

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The old man died in the doorway of the Fish Shack as we were coming in from a late day of harvesting grapes. more

Metaphors Toward ________________

Metaphors Toward ________________

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A boy undergoes a series of transformative dental surgeries.more

Father’s Day

Father’s Day

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The women had left us when the heatwave began. At dusk, they had buried their heartjars in the earth and walked away. A line of women, mothers and wives, drifted through the valley. more

Two Stories by Dog Cavanaugh

Two Stories by Dog Cavanaugh

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If you’re willing to pay for it, in that part of the country you can have a person’s entire bedroom set along with all their clothes incinerated with the body. more

A Father’s Counsel

A Father’s Counsel

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Well, the revolution made Karim fatherless all his life. Now the coup made him lifeless. more

Toward a Happy Culinary Life (Notes)

Toward a Happy Culinary Life (Notes)

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At the final word he looks sad, perhaps recalling his first love (jam), but his observation lingers across the sticky plastic table and your children, at once, come to a realization that all is not right in their world. That their parent is either a liar or, worst, fraudulent.more

PLANTAINS

PLANTAINS

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The plantain is black. It is black. It is black yet it has lightened. It is black yet it feels healthy elastic. The peel hardens up and goes cold. It is a black plantain yet there are signs of stirring life. New grassy hairs the color of wood shavings uncurl from the place where themore

In the Event of My Death (Nancy, Do Not Read)

In the Event of My Death (Nancy, Do Not Read)

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If Nancy and I aren’t still together when I die, I’d like whatever girl I’m with to wear a black cocktail dress and one of those sexy hats Jackie Kennedy wore. Make sure Nancy gets invited.more