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    The First Punch I Ever Throw Is at Age 10: or Ode to My Pigeon

    The First Punch I Ever Throw Is at Age 10: or Ode to My Pigeon

    I go to the roof and fly my birds. It takes my mind off the world, people bullying me ’cause I’m fat and I wear glasses. I tell somebody...
    A1A

    A1A

    Billy knew he had to do it all before time ran out. How much time he had was an interesting question. The answer was not a lot...
    Joy

    Joy

    My girlfriend Joy said she was carrying my child.  “My child?”  “Our child,” Joy added.  But clearly my choice.  Or not...
    Gone

    Gone

    A bartender at a downtown bar told police a man left a suicide note on the bar and then left. 
    Since It Happened

    Since It Happened

    Anne-Marie’s mother truly wanted what was best for her daughter. Wanted her to have all the adventures and excitements Mom had never...
    Between Holes

    Between Holes

    “CT.”  “Poker?”  “Golf.”  “Now?” she says.  “It appears so. It’s CT,” I say.  “Go back to sleep.”  I am in bed, the one I grew up...
    ...depressing

    ...depressing

    He finds the whole thing  The people there were  Even the weird, patterned carpet looked  A certain feeling filled that space that...
    Daguerreotype

    Daguerreotype

    To Tamara Lanier, the image of the white-haired black man, emaciated, stripped of his clothing, and staring unflinchingly...
    Smoky Water Elegy

    Smoky Water Elegy

    Up on the Chickasawhay River just north of Shubuta, Mississippi, is a steel truss bridge largely forgotten to time...
    You Might Deserve It

    You Might Deserve It

    Mama’s men wore snakeskin with conviction. Of these clowns, who was my daddy—which deserved a long overdue kick to the testicles?
    A Non-Smoking House

    A Non-Smoking House

    It was dumb luck that I got introduced to Patterson. He was maybe ten years older and spent most of his free time at the bar out in...
    Victor's Night Court

    Victor's Night Court

    He parked his car across the busy street  It only took a few minutes to cross Grand Ave  The sun had set on the cold snowy night...
    Wings

    Wings

    “What are you looking at?” asks one of the girls. “Nothing,” he says. “Nothing.” His milky blue eyes stare at her briefly...
    We Go to Waddell's

    We Go to Waddell's

    the niece I haven’t seen  in over twelve years  and her boyfriend  I have soft tacos  while they split a hamburger back at my apartment...
    From Lyssa

    From Lyssa

    Patrick is lying on a hotel bed, shirtless in purple athletic shorts, belly button pointed at the ceiling. He is seventeen years old...
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