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I keep finding myself loitering in the snow, watching strangers clink their glasses through the window's frosted glare. In my Midwest apartment I am always scrolling through photos of

Her parents, Mary and Don, were overcome first by grief and then by caution: they purchased fire extinguishers and flame retardant blankets, put the fire department on speed dial and plugged the holes in the nursery wall with corks, so that the angry neighbors could not look in and make a spectacle of their only child. Julia was their everything

How Come No One On Twitter Is Talking About This

The eye   a camera humming across the top of the earth : cavern  
gully    ravine    gorge    Far below    a tiny man jumps into a tiny

Some hours pass, and nobody has impressed her

I didn’t say sorry, because it was hard to explain. Sorry I felt the way I did, absolutely. But not sorry I did it. I tried to make him understand.

Before we entered the most raved about amusement park in the world, we went into the woods nearby . . . 

I only want to read erased fucking.

John’s hands are on the wheel, very still, and he’s looking straight ahead at the dark yellow lines of Route 66.

i can tell what age he lost his virginity

I’m just going to give up on these capitalist dreams and buy my self some land and a goat. 

just ugly things I don’t want to look at.

The Millennial aspect is important because, like many Millennials, its protagonist does not wear labels easily.

This story is a fresh take on the proverbial phrase: go the extra mile for someone else. 

You mean to say, “hello” or “good morning,” but you know that, between us, that would be strangely inappropriate before our morning cup of coffee

Nest of resin and surf wax among blood

It starts like this, the saddest story I know does. It starts with me and it starts with my son.

“You’re damned if you do and damned if you won’t”

Jack Beauregard divides his time into zeroes and ones. He divides his time between mundane tasks and the question of whether he is worth loving. 

The ferry man asked, Where is its mom? I am his mother!

We go to a bar for lunch that serves free candy.

This D minus of a man

I got a flat tire last month and my life spiraled out of control just a half mile from the rest stop.

I am a hoarder trying to salvage pieces.

Is it ok to bite the hand that feeds you if the food is mostly rubber?