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Sleep… The terrible thing about darkness is that it doesn’t stay dark. Your eyes adjust. Unless you’re in a perfect vacuum, light always...

2. Graceland Lounging back in the brown polyester seat of my Ford Escort, I listen to Paul Simon sing about Graceland, Graceland, he’s...

1. Loons Do Not Mate for Life My head feels like someone sawed it open, took a shit in my skull, then nailed it shut. Children’s shouts...

The heat was suffocating. As I paced Ellis Square, I found myself thinking back to a time when I’d gone there with my mother— a woman who...

During my Greyhound Bus trip from Georgia to Minneapolis, there was a boy who wouldn’t stop talking. We picked him up in Iowa—he sat...

When I was in high school, I was best friends with this guy named Dominic Shaw. He’d wait for me at my locker every morning, and we’d...

Under Sissy’s bed, I find what’s left of Bugs Bunny. His gray fur’s beened turned brown and red, and when I pull him out by his cotton...