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Coyotes (November Thirteen Twenty-Fifteen)
The night’s too dark to see, but I can hear them walking in the field next door: coyotes their steps like broken straw, breath I imagine stale with the taste of carrion their cries a bit more mournful than before as if they know that they’re no longer the ugliest among us.
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Starbucks Fires Shots in War On Christmas, or, How to be a Pissy Christian Coffee Snob
Friends, our nation is in crisis. We’re facing serious hard times, and we have to take action now if we ever hope to recover. I’m not talking about the epidemic of homelessness or the vast number of people dying due to inaccessible health care. I’m not talking about the deplorable state of veterans’ affairs, or…
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After Life
Someday, it will be the end. It will be over and if you believe in Heaven, I will rip you from your mother’s warm embrace pull out the thick umbilicus and strangle you with the only thing you ever truly wanted watch you fight the blackness that creeps into your eyes, bursts of light, the…
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Elegy for a Failed Killer
His hand on the back of my neck makes everything you are irrelevant.
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Dog Injured in Hit and Run on Leicester Highway
I just spent the better part of an hour on the side of the road, along with four other people, trying to keep a dog safe and figure out how to best help him after he was hit by a car and injured. This is not one of those obnoxious “Look at this good deed…
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Pillbug
“I don’t care what you think of me,” he shouts into his megaphone, short fat body like a pillbug all rolled up and just as smart words like stagnant water, they have no substance no ability to hurt or to wash anything away “I don’t care what you think of me,” he shouts garbled speech…
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