“7°F last night. Can’t stop singing Johnny Shines: ‘So cold in Vietnam, words don’t sound the same.’” —Jake Adam York, Twitter, December 10, 2012 Last…
“7°F last night. Can’t stop singing Johnny Shines: ‘So cold in Vietnam, words don’t sound the same.’” —Jake Adam York, Twitter, December 10, 2012 Last…
The end of the story is clear: the end of my parents as I once knew them. But where exactly did their end begin? I…
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Down at the river’s lip we strip and wheel off the dock like moon-mad children, strewn into brackish nights with wounds we don’t…
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