Tag Archives: Fathers

The Convalescent

The Convalescent

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“He unbuttoned the front of his shirt, revealing a livid seam that ran ten inches straight down his chestmore

The Dark Is What

The Dark Is What

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“My son was not pleased, but I reminded him that nothing can last, which is both good and bad because it means you will never feel anything for very longmore

Obituary for a Poet Heretic

Obituary for a Poet Heretic

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“My father was a surgeon, a shaman and a greyhound. A runner in his youth, he thought little of exercise and called himself a cultured couch potato. As a doctor he loved each patient and included them in what he called prayersmore

El Sancho

El Sancho

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“El Sancho’s boots beneath your bed. Something about the man in this telenovela must remind her of El Sancho, but it’s not the hands. The tape measure unfurls, measures eight, nine, ten inches of El Sanchomore

My Father’s .45

My Father’s .45

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“push the recoil spring into the slide chamber, forge the marriage between the barrel bore, chamber and action. Faster, he would say, when I ran the slidemore