The homeless guy sits next to the bridge pillar at the corner of I-35 and 21st Street. His name doesn’t matter. It’s a different person every day or every other hour of every day. Every now and then, he’s a woman. Who knows how they got there. What matters is…
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“For West is where we all plan to go some day. It is where you go when the land gives out and the old-field pines encroach. It is where you go when you get the letter saying: Flee, all is discovered. It is where you go when you look down…
One CommentWhen I was in my 20s and early 30s, before I had a job that paid benefits, I didn’t have health insurance. If I got hurt, the only hope I had, and I thought about this deeply, was to get in the car and drive it into a tree. Then,…
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The end of the semester draws forth. Normally, it would be a good time—burden of grades and complaining students soon over. But I draw out the remaining time, dawdling, hoping that someone or something rescues me. Truth is, I want this semester to last forever. The days have become comfortable…
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