Sandy was a hooker. But she’s not anymore.
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Jesus Rust
The reason their mailbox was down is that it developed a rust spot on the back, right where the pressed metal says Steel City Mfg, Youngstown, O.
Francine didn’t want it to rust anymore because she saw the face of Jesus in it, and, oxidation being unpredictable, it might turn into something else. Continue reading
Drive Like a Champion: Part III
The next day – Saturday – Dan sat at a table in Boudreaux’s Café with a cup of black coffee and a cheese Danish. It was lunchtime and he had thought about ordering a beer, then decided against it, wanting to project a good image. Not that he’d ever had a drinking problem, but he felt that a wayward dad trying to reunite with his daughter was best served ordering something non-alcoholic. Continue reading
A Kind of Migration
it was easy for us then
like winter, we arrived
ripe as stars Continue reading
Drive Like a Champion: Part II
A few miles after his conversation with Randy, Dan saw a billboard advertising Captain Steve’s Driving Range, and he got off the interstate. His clubs were in the trunk, packed just in case he had the urge. Captain Steve’s was a run-down joint, for which Dan was thankful, not wanting to drag a collared shirt out of his bag just to hit a few balls. He pulled into a gravel parking lot and hauled his clubs inside, where he bought a large bucket for ten dollars. Continue reading
Drive Like a Champion: Part I
On a Friday morning in June, Dan sat in a booth at Hardee’s with a cup of coffee and a plain biscuit. He didn’t have the appetite for either, but eating was a comfortable routine. Every few minutes he pulled out his cell phone and checked the time. He’d shown up at the bank right when it opened at nine o’clock, the agreed upon time, but was stopped by Chuck’s secretary when he tried to walk into the manager’s office.
“Mr. Palmer is in a meeting.”
She was a little too curt for Dan’s liking. And the whole “Mr. Palmer” thing was obnoxious too, considering they’d all known each other since high school. Continue reading
The Water Drinking Place
Manny chased comets. He was big into comets. He told women at the casino that he had stars in his blood. Continue reading
Huntington Signal Fire
For Brad
My brother and I knew our town was invisible
from the freeway. We were going to have to make
a signal fire. Continue reading
Roadkill Shoe (Intersection of Spencer and Maule)
For most of a week,
it lay in the crotch
of the same curve where
the man died, flung
from his scooter
head-first into the yellow
fire hydrant. Continue reading
The Corner of Calumet and Commonwealth
Detroit branch-sifted light
spreads on tufts of herbaceous
tousled lawn. Pink hydrangeas
nod; their blowzy blossoms thrust
through soot-blackened window frames. Continue reading