Newton Township
A bitter homestead close to the Interstate: boxes stacked all along the porch, fifteen or twenty acres of field corn […]
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Cervine Occurrence
Dressed in leaf green in our blind we could drink only water. My father said a sharp buck could smell
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Scent and Bones
I once watched my father pull a .30-30 from his truck, lever a slug, and shoot a German Shepherd on
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Mr. Rescue
When I forgot the wordsto a song I could alwayscount on Bob for help.It was like breaking downon a musical
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Drive-In Church
My mother wakes early every Sunday, pulls on black hose even in June, and drives forty minutes to put on
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Apotropaic of Giving Good Ole Boys Roadhead
I’ve been ogling the maintenance men again. I wonder about their faces, about the weather, whether anyone else eyeballs them,
