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Your cat dies because it strayed to the street, and there she is right in the middle of a four way stop, way out in the country..

We made the long drive with the top down… past hills and beer cans that spun in the turmoil we left behind. I wonder i..

I was riding down a blue Kentucky road, alone as usual, wondering about the wooded hills, so I parked next to a lonely church and went a..

Since we found a way to sour Eden, we’ve spent our days dropping sweat while we work in the dirt, backs bent, shoulders flexed ..

If I were to tell you it’s all there, all the pieces in their exact place and position, every tendon, muscle, vein and ne..

For the longest time, this first year gone, I turn to see your reaction to something on TV, or worry that I'll wake you ..

Those little Golden Books for kids were all I wanted when I went shopping with mom. It’s where I learned to mine for gold under words..

The Thirteenth Century, like all the others, came and went.. Everyone born, died. Clotho spun them, Lachesis wove them, Clotho ..

It is painful here in this broken down prison. It’s old, has holes where morter used to hold it together before back surgery was..

The ax swings in a precision arc and bites deep into the bole of one more tree. Again and again. Large chunks of wood fling ou..