The Visit
“Haven’t just sat and talked in a while,” my father says as he wheels a low chair to my side. […]
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Who Am I?
I have eaten all your almonds because you left them on the counter. A better person would not have done
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The Last Look
At the beach The last moment Watching the waves That crash against The sand My dad watching over me Like
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I Say Cathedral When I Mean Gunpowder
Over winter break, Frank put a shotgun in his mouth and killed himself in his mother’s home, which was not
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Lonni Little River
He could fish before he walked; and he was more attuned to the speech of Sockeye salmon than any human.
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“The Patron Saint of Boredom” by Sarah Wylder Deshpande
As compensation for a boring life, he received a job in heaven in the department of tropical fruits and quickly