Stories

Marble and Mud

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HARRIET WHEELED HER BIKE OVER TO THE CEDAR SHED BESIDE THE CABIN and propped it against the shed’s gray shingled wall, spotted with holes bored by the bees who call…

Yeti

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IT LAYS DEAD BEFORE ME, ITS SKULL CRACKED. The tree bore no injury. Grasping the kill by the neck, I move toward the mountain. Little drops of red fall upon…

Orbit

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THEY HAVE ERASED ME FROM THE PHOTOGRAPH BY NOW. The one they sent to the papers with all of us sat outside the refectory. They do that, you know. The…

War Songs

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EVEN BEFORE HE WAS BORN, HIS HOUSE HAD TAKEN ON THE SIZE AND SHAPE OF WAR. This in itself was not surprising; war can be a liquid or a gas;…

Cold Goodbye

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ARTIE WAITS FOR ME OUTSIDE MY MOTHER’S PLACE ON FRIDAY NIGHT, leaning against a parking meter with his crutch tucked under his arm. He pulls a plaster cast out of…