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Sitting on his front porch facing west, he watched his pumpjack struggling, a riderless rocking horse, thrusting like a jilted lover into th...

The neon glare through the bug-splattered window suggested life, but I was trapped inside the diner by lies and lassitude, nursing a che...

"I'm tired of it," she said, her voice stressed, sounding like teeth-ground TMJ. "What?" I asked with typical igno...

It's hot. My asphalt street is melting like the La Brea tar pits. But I'm the dinosaur this time. My bones are old. I'm petrifie...

My grandpa, never met him, ran a feed store, so the family tells, out by Brownfield, Texas, east of Clovis, New Mexico, west of Tulia, Tex...

  Jim dubbed his pub “That Good Night,” after his favorite poet’s most notable poem.   Jim lived in Clydach, Wales, only 9.2 kilometers from...

“Hey little girl.   How much?” the traveler asked as he put his three cans of chewing tobacco and six pack of Bud Lite on the counter.   I...

"How many times do I have to be sneered at, have my ass pinched, get left a quarter tip, wipe up after some kid spills syrup on the flo...

May 1946 after a two-week romance in Cologne after two weeks at Buchenwald offering succor to survivors as a second lieutenant WAC nurse the...

"I'm sorry, Jennie," he said, again, for the twentieth time that week, maybe for the twentieth time that hour. He'd lost t...

Bedridden, infected by COPD, coughing spores like weed blossoms spewing seedlings, an orchestra of atonal allergens, I'm lighting my Pal...