Cracks
A pickup slips over the ice, rear tires spinning, turning a circle, then another, a series of donuts in a […]
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Prodigal Son Returns to Warren, Michigan
The air stings but you get used to it. Were always used to it. Buried it in your lungs at
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Work Is What It Is
for Philip Levine Work is when and if you can get it. When the petitioner slinging 4 clipboards for a
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Medi-Maze
Everyone gets enrolled in Part A, that’s the easy part of turning sixty-five. It’s choosing Parts B, C, and D
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Six Reasons I Can’t Answer the Door for You at Three in the Morning
The last man here had a habit of taking what cannot be taken: my girl, he’d say, my baby. He