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waking from darkness
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waking from darkness


Sometimes I take my dog for a walk down a long dirt road with vistas on every side. There are barns painted teal. There are old, neglected chicken coops–the doors a faded red. Fields are everywhere, dotted with cows in the warm months, now barren but fetid soon enough. A small frozen puddle surrounded by … Continue reading

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Euthanasia for Crazies


Suicidality is a real affliction. It is a state that permeates a human being to the extent that he or she can no longer function, can feel no joy nor happiness, believes she is a burden to everyone around her, can not tend to basic things like hygiene, food shopping, getting the mail, cleaning the house, paying the bills, checking the phone messages, attending social functions or keeping up with friendships. Life grinds to a halt. Continue reading

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Appealing


He would have preferred a job without the requisite chitchat, but after a year of shoveling snow, digging ditches, replacing rotted siding, and watching “Sanford & Son” reruns, Joe was relieved to get any job—even if it was working for the lesbians. The sign said “Colton Hardware Store,” but people called it the lesbian hardware … Continue reading

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Too Much Information


During recess I would cling to the teacher, usually crying over something neither of us could identify. Fortunately, the teachers took pity on me, tolerating my need to be attached like a barnacle until recess ended and some irrelevant subject resumed. School was a distraction from the acute sense I had–even in Kindergarten–that life would … Continue reading