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“Thou art my beloved Son; with thee I am well pleased.” Even Jesus craved his Father’s approval, never mind that meeting expectations required getting nailed ...
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Fishing at Oak Grand
1 I’m taking off the sheets where Paul died in his sleep at Oak Grand Living. I toss the new sheet across the bed like a ... -
Visiting
Mesha descended the stairs, careful not to slip on the hardwood. In his jetlagged daze he could feel the mystical silence of the morning sunshine ... -
Hanna’s Habit
Hanna was born and raised southern Baptist, but she wanted to be a nun. Her first habit consisted of a black cloth that she tied ... -
Separation
“He took another deep, soulful breath. The smells were vivid, they carried with them a cascade of memories. Little fingers trying to knot the silk ... -
Koala
Photo Credit: Charles Rattray He wonders whether it was the child or the old man in him that led him to do it, or whether it ... -
Witch Hole Pond
The trail carved into the woods at an angle, so that after walking just a few yards their view of the house with its armor ... -
Progress Hall
Photo Credit: Mark Gallacher. 1967–1991 You’ve been talking again. What about? The past. It’s all I’ve got. Anyway. Aren’t the dying allowed to rant? * Thursday nights, we played table ... -
Paris?
Why did I agree to go to the party? Chi with his hot hands on the small of my back seduced me. Over my head, ... -
Evacuation
The fire progressed steadily through the tall pines and up the long valley in the Sawtooth mountains north of Boise. All but one of the ... -
Deleting Dead Patron at Solace
“Would you delete this patron record for me” – a library supervisor’s request to Help Desk sounded simple. The supervisor apparently couldn’t get rid of ... -
Ugly Models
Puddles reflected car lights like winking windows. Adriana scurried through the rain, looking for the address of the agency. When she found it, she sheltered ... -
Neighbor Cat
The fair is crowded. The fair is noisy. My anxiety level is skyrocketing. We wade with linked arms through farm animal stink, sweaty hicks eating ... -
Heathcliff
The Welcome I hold my mother’s hands in mine, her skin coarse, fingers thicker than I remember them. She still manicures her nails, the bright colour ... -
The story of my first love
I first saw her at a book burning. It was her eyes. That wild orange they reflected.
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The Writing’s on the Wall
A journalist returns to the graffiti scene of his youth when a mysterious tag appears on a wall opposite his apartment.
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Still Life
I shouldn’t be telling you any of this, Carl, but I know I can trust you.
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Think about It
I must have flailed my arms convincingly because she seemed happy, though you could never tell with Tina. An angel at a party and on ... -
Diptych: Girl, Memory
We prized ourselves on our reliability, our most solid trait. On top of that, she was a whiner; a big-time needer. She even took seconds.
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Sometime around Christmas
The city seemed like another world then, bristling with possibilities. Every evening and every weekend was the brink of some discovery.