Tom uses the crowbar he stole out of Arnold’s truck to break into the lion house. On the threshold, in the confluence
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I met Rachel and Sheri behind a gentrified shopping center in Baltimore, Maryland. Sheri shared stories about her journey to poverty
The steel shell of the factory kept out the rain, but little else. The wind came off the water, flowed across the
Morning Commute with Revenant You know how it is: going in to work, who looks anything? You’re late, it’s cold, hot, raining,
I was balancing on a ladder halfway between the first and second story of the AmericInn just off of I-35 when the
1. God’s Middle Finger Nothing could wake my father. My childhood was spent tapping his foot or shaking his shoulder—a favor to
The day after Valentine’s Day, I sat in my car and watched a small falcon devour the heart of a mouse. Little
Here is what we know for sure: in the early 2000s, my mother’s left foot started to drag. She told the foot
Chaim Rumkowski, Judenälteste of the Łódź Ghetto, on Memory upon Arriving at Auschwitz, August 1944 Thick August heat sticks in the air like
Farmer/Janus Never thought I'd see the day when I could let it all go, cows in their stanchions, hay in the mow, swallows'