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On Richard Linklater’s Boyhood

in Nonfiction on October 28, 2021 November 5, 2021

I wish I could see the look on my face when I lied to Dad to get out of going to church. Or when my best childhood friend and I sat on swings in the…

A crawfish rests above the waterline, on top of a rock in a small stream.

The Baptist

Every night I touch my lips to her face, lower them into the cold water of the creek bed, the water pushing around my mouth, making my teeth ache, closest I ever get to being…

A lone semi-truck travels down a mountainside highway.

Embody

in Fall Series 2021 Poetry on October 14, 2021 June 20, 2022

New York Times, October 24, 2019 LONDON —The 39 people found dead in a refrigerated truck trailer in southeastern England . . . . We don’t know much. The authorities said they were Chinese. Later, …

Close up of a cow staring straight ahead through the bars of its enclosure.

Corn

in Fall Series 2021 Poetry on October 7, 2021 June 20, 2022

Corn chips, on the cob, in a can, the mash-bill of his bourbon he was expecting, even the feed of cows turned steak, hamburger he ate no second thought, but then his soda, ketchup (all…

A series of three copies of the same 1917 icebox with door ajar, all shaded red. From left to right, each successive icebox is larger than the last.

An All or Nothing Machine

in Fall Series 2021 Poetry on September 30, 2021 June 20, 2022

People don’t grow up the way they used to. By which I mean— sometimes I store trash in the freezer to make it to garbage day. I harness the cold to disinfect my jeans. My…