Monthly Archives: August 2014

Childlike joy

I cut the pink duct tape into strips and tried to forget her face doused with milk to wash away the teargas. A terrible baptism. I grew up there, in Missouri, from the second half of first grade to the end of fourth. Tree frogs, … Read more

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Sonic

If I’m talking to you and you have an accent that’s different from mine, I have to make a conscious effort not to repeat your speech patterns. I don’t know if that’s some vestige of life as a military brat, or if that’s just the … Read more

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