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None of it is hers. Not the thundering sea. Not the teasing pale light lingering on the horizon. Not the wind in its infinite onslaught upon this scattering of ...
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I tried to count the blisters on my feet while you watched from the doorway. At age five, you were a year younger than me, just outside a dirty bathroom in a ho...
The Coldness Between Us
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Daughter
MotherThe water boiled and I held my face over the pot. The steam stuck to my neck. My pores opened or maybe they were supposed to close.
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The Cost of Living
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i.I just got a Visa bill for $894. I don’t remember spending $894, except on pants, because I have to buy my pants at a specialty store. Pants are something...
The Machine Shop at the End of the World
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Then Larry moved me in to the storage and prep room where he handed me off to Tony, who was supposed to show me what to do next. He was a little guy with one of...
The Midweek Trainer
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They had been sitting in Kevin’s truck for the last half hour at the turnoff to the Mt. Rose Highway. The heater was on and Kevin was talking on the phone to Na...
A Quiet Man
Wayne Scheer
You should have had a raucous Irish wake, the kind you see in movies. A bottle should have been passed from mourner to mourner, each telling stories about you, ...
Dorothy Millette Postcard
Stephanie Dickinson
Dorothy Millette, raised in an orphanage, was the common-law wife of 1930’s MGM Executive Paul Bern. They met as acting students and lived together in the late ...
