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‘You’re the only one who can still make me cry,’ said my wife from the side of the road. No … More

You Smell of Smoke

It’s snowing out. A few weeks before Christmas Day. You’re shopping for presents. A scarf, red like something burning to … More

I was wrapped in linens, the ones my father had traded jars of moss for in a desert town years … More

A moon swayed lightly in the sky. The slug slimed its way up and over the steps until it reached a … More

Riding into town, I look at the rearview mirror, see my daughter in the back, bouncing with the bumps on … More

What this guy sees is smoke and he hears noise like screaming. He’s on the ground, he’s at an airport, … More

The smell of gunpowder makes its way into my nose. God. You’d think a cop wouldn’t mind the smell. Might … More