Category: Prose
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On Levitation
I am all of five, laid out on my grandparent’s back stoop in the midday midwestern midsummer sun.
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The Day
September 25, 2008. “He’s not breathing,” our son’s girlfriend says, as she slips into our bedroom at three in the morning.
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Ice Is A Rock That Flows*
You and Tom have been together for three months when, meeting him for dinner, you’re taken aback to see that he has the remnants of a shiner, a fading plum-colored crescent on his cheekbone and a scarlet patch in the white of his eye.
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Black Gold
This story is complicit in destroying an ecosystem, our solar system, and the social structure of indigenous communities.
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A Visitation
Remember that she’s the most elemental of women—made from the oldest & purest of things—and has spent most of her life trapped beneath layers of sand, with no way to externalize her angst or express her suffocation.
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Rite of Passage: Camus and the Turtle
The Navy pilot’s manual did not provide a strategy for this. It happened quickly. Despite that, it unfolds slowly in your mind as you lie paralyzed on your back in some sort of oily gray phlegm-sludge.