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Refrigerator Poem | Poetry

Refrigerator Poem | Poetry

I thought cold rot would be better than warm rot, so I turned the breaker back on after the renters left a family’s worth of food in the fridge, but the heat got to it before I did, liquefied the butter and ice cream, pressurized the soda cans so that I had to...
Hope is a Strategy | Nonfiction

Hope is a Strategy | Nonfiction

The second time Obama Fever flared, I was going on three months in Wilmington, North Carolina, struggling to find a foothold in my new setting and not at all fitting in. I’d felt a sort of unbridled optimism during Obama’s 2008 campaign, from “Yes We Can” as a slogan...
Messiah | Nonfiction

Messiah | Nonfiction

He’s benevolent. He’s right. No, righteous. He tells Melanie her beautiful son with the bright red curls and pink cheeks—the newest parishioner—is the cutest thing he’s ever seen. He shakes hands. He shakes his wife until her teeth crack together. He tells us, “In...
Aces | Fiction

Aces | Fiction

Randy and I stood at the edge of the living room, not putting a toe into the forbidden space. In the early morning dimness, the Christmas tree tinsel fluttered, enticing as sea anemone tentacles in current. “What did Santa bring?” Randy asked. In second grade, a year...
Deep in the Heart of Texas | Nonfiction

Deep in the Heart of Texas | Nonfiction

Everything’s bigger in Texas. Hairstyles. Speed limits. Greenhouse gases. And this cutting board – a recent gift purchased there by my daughter, a born-and-bred Georgia girl with indigo eyes and a penchant for digging up rocks in strange places. A coffee cup bearing...