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It's a thrill to watch well-off ladies pick up their dog's shit, all dainty with a plastic bag, until I realize they probably think this makes them a grounded person who deals with daily hardships, or as a man I know would say, First World Problems. And it's a first world problem for me too, trying to figure out if they are Express well-off or Nordstrom well-off because you can buy sleeveless bla ... Continue Reading

Posted: May 18th, 2007

When I got to Ketch’s, a few of the others were hanging out around the kitchen table, Indian-style, like kids at a church picnic. Laura and Frannie shifted to make a space for me on the rug, nodding hello. The kitchen table was usually hidden under dirty dishes and comic books, but everything had been swept onto the floor to make room for a strange array of beakers, plastic butter tubs, and the ... Continue Reading

Posted: May 4th, 2007

I guess I was fourteen when it happened, so three years ago. That summer, I was hanging out with a group of guys that you could rightly call miscreants. We had driven out to the farms on the edge of town, in this one punk kid's truck. He was really into that old DC stuff, like Minor Threat and he was trying to get me into it too, but back then I only liked poppier bands, like Op Ivy and some r ... Continue Reading

Posted: April 8th, 2007

Excerpted from "Anima," a novel-in-progress. I will feed. I will feed on this, and grow strong. I hunger. I wrap my new tongue around damp, yielding flesh, for there is something warm here, something sweet I can suck into myself. I feel it reeling through my bones. It should strengthen them. Maybe they'll stop bending soon, stop all the other things squirming and writhing against me, help me ... Continue Reading

Posted: February 21st, 2007

A brick truck toppled over on Route 219. We thought it came from God. The impact killed the driver instantly. We weren’t supposed to find that out, but Jamie heard it from the boys on Gilstead and Dad couldn’t deny it. We waited long enough to appear sensitive to the driver. Then we spent the rest of the afternoon picking up bricks. Every night we prayed for a clubhouse. Now we had the ... Continue Reading

Posted: February 14th, 2007

It's over. Say it again, it's over. You knew it might happen someday, but you could not see it coming. Not now, not here. You sit dumbfounded on the curb with your head in your hands, cursing yourself and your god of choice. You had tried to keep everything safe, but no matter what you did, your own stupidity returned to you in the end. You had become accustomed to the way it felt, maste ... Continue Reading

Posted: January 3rd, 2007

Jimmylee showed up two weeks before Tasha Clingham’s baby shower. Nana and I were sitting in the church basement after the fellowship dinner on a sweltering July night when he walked in with his new parents, Dr. and Mrs. Rose. Nana had pushed away her paper plate to make room for the tiny quilt she was embroidering for Kimberley Marie, the baby that would soon be born. She gazed calmly at her s ... Continue Reading

Posted: December 27th, 2006

I went out for lunch, today, which is something I don't usually do. And now, more than ever, I don't really have any money to speak of, so in all, probably a poor decision on my part, but a) I needed to get out for a while, and b) it was yet another chance to see one of my favorite things in action, that being the slow oscillation of my chair after I rise from it. One very low squeak and then the ... Continue Reading

Posted: December 5th, 2006

When it gets hot, we go to the reservoir. Two carloads get us all to this place Ketch knows, a dirt stretch of shoulder where it's safe to park and sneak into the woods. A long deer path just beyond the trees leads right down to the water. We take beer. Laura's still leaning against her Neon, trying to get a signal to call her imaginary boyfriend, but Ketch says we should follow him anyway, so ... Continue Reading

Posted: October 9th, 2006

An old woman came to the park the other day with a huge bag of bread. The pigeons gathered around and soiled themselves in glee. The woman tossed the bread, lingered for fifteen seconds, crotchety and motionless, and then departed without a word. If just for ten minutes, she made the lives of those birds incredible and she could not even spare the time to stay and watch. I sat unwarrantedly me ... Continue Reading

Posted: September 29th, 2006

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