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Roses
Continue reading: RosesPasadena, California. The Heisman winner stands in the tunnel looking out. He is big for a tailback. Standing 6’1” and a shade over two hundred twenty pounds. His body is an architectural structure. Despite his towering eminence his steps are gentle, humbled…
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The Muddy Divine
Continue reading: The Muddy DivineInside the pristine valley below me, coyotes drag newborn lambs snatched from adjoining farmsteads, and cattle sink knee-deep in stream-drenched muck. In the woods, next to the bluebells, crawl ropes of poison ivy thick as my wrist. Yesterday, a red fox lay dead on a trail, two large bite marks on its side. Paradise exists…
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A Human Face
Continue reading: A Human FaceI got my dream job—social media assistant at DiPaulo’s, the world’s second-largest producer of authentic Italian pasta sauces. It was a big responsibility. I wrote posts on Facebook and Tumblr and posted pictures of the sauce on Instagram. But most of all, there was Twitter. For Twitter, I created Pauley…
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Man of the House
Continue reading: Man of the HouseJust before leaving forever, little Jack Morton’s father bought a small red bicycle with removable training wheels and told Jack that the man of the house needed his wheels. His father said this with tears in his eyes and pressed hard whiskers against Jack’s cheek. For this reason, the bicycle was Jack’s favorite possession even…
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Two Stories
Continue reading: Two Stories“A Single Leg Is All You Have” and “Carving the Deer.” Two pieces of flash fiction written in response to visual art.