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THREE STORIES

THREE STORIES

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It was embarrassing, sprinting in his shiny funeral suit, trailing the paper kite over the hillocks. And from this he gained some sense of the ridiculous and the infantile that fathers persevered through for little-ones too young to recognise it as anything other than wondrous.more

Thoughts of Death in the Big Country Morning

Thoughts of Death in the Big Country Morning

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He would stand on the porch and curse the trains in the distance and then move to the meadow and sit still, so to watch the deer moving slowly through the long grass, and then he would go to the edge of the pond at night and look at the beautiful moonlight mixing like oil into the pond water and he would think about putting a bullet straight through his brain and sinking to the moss at the bottom of the water.more

Escape Velocity

Escape Velocity

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A part of him was happy to see her. She was hard-wired to scrub. The much bigger part of him was wondering how in the hell she found him.more

Two Stories

Two Stories

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There was nothing to slide off her finger. No reason to reach out to Toby’s empty hand, turn it up, and set something in the middle of his warm palm. Nothing gleamed in the dim winter light. The ring was on a baggage cart, on the tarmac beyond the window, packed in Toby’s suitcase. But she knew it was coming.more

Dads on Phones

Dads on Phones

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Phonesy Johnson’s child, Phineous, is such a DICK!, the blog’s caption read. He wants to play ball, but Dad is CLEARLY so busy reporting to GOD that he cannot spend these 30 minutes providing his undivided attention.more

Henry Offerson’s To-Do List

Henry Offerson’s To-Do List

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Henry Offerson has a lot on his mind.more

To Have and To Hold

To Have and To Hold

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I was never the patient, never the one forced to grapple with what it means to lose a part of one’s body. I was never the survivor, just the placebo, the control in a world stripped of predictability.more

Lights Out Helena: Montana, 1992

Lights Out Helena: Montana, 1992

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Onscreen, George Bailey is wandering the streets of Bedford Falls, pacing by the house of the girl he is meant to be with but doesn’t know it yet. I cry when he shakes her like a rabbit. You think I don’t know that love?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

To The Man Who Loves My Wife

To The Man Who Loves My Wife

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What do you guys do when you’re not having sex? Do you watch television like we did? Is that the faint smell of American Spirits that I sometimes catch the scent of, the bedroom window open to cover it up? Do you ever get too cold sitting up in bed with white sheets covering your naked bodies, puffing on cigarettes?more