Once, I heard a boxing coach say you don’t punch a thing if you really want to achieve your objective—which is pure harm—you punch through. Since that day, I have often thought of the other side.
It’s not unheard of now for people to be replaced by look-alikes. Troubled people, mostly. Unhappy people.
Lone Star bottles were a dollar that night, and a leather-clad, hair-shaking woman howled “Whipping Post” on the stage. You took down... more
I have stolen this prayer from my friend Giancarlo Ditrapano.
In December 2013, Brooklyn Nets Assistant Coach Lawrence Frank was "reassigned" by first year... more
Why choose. / I might not // sometimes: I need / to forget I was born, // eliminate that / from what I’m thinking about
We can bump / Gucci and Sosa and Future while we sip lean with Sprite, / and talk Drill like Foucault talks about nutjobs, and talk / dying like Chiraq rappers. Like we’ve been there. We / haven’t.
I went to the Antiques Roadshow with my mother’s green marble frog in the inside pocket of the jacket of the black suit I wore to her funeral that morning. I had taken the frog from her house. I wanted to know what it was worth.
I fell in love with a woman who had a face like she meditated.
Mary Miller gets inside heads. I mean this in a non-creepy, invasive way, of course. It's a gift—some writers do... more
In the woods beyond the property line, Henry and I find what decades ago used to be a farmer’s burn pile. Under years’ worth of leaf litter and yesterday’s snowfall there are remains, hard things fire could not destroy: twisted and rusted metal and scores of glittering glass bottles.
Last year, we ran a series of "Commercial Fiction"s by Dave Housley, which were collected into a book. One such piece in the series... more
flipping out total blond and brunette loser pal road trip butt munch style and going 80s rampage at their sperm.
Tabitha Blankenbiller is revisiting the games of her youth, replaying them and writing semi-regular column for... more
On August 23, 2013 I checked into an inpatient treatment center in middle-of-nowhere Ohio to get off heroin and... more
This one's massive. We're just going to get right into it.
Kyle, our friend, is the author of the new collection,... more
My girlfriend moved out. She gave me back the lease the next day. “I’m not sorry,” she said, but she agreed to... more
It’s been a big month for Mary Miller. Even prior to today’s release of her debut novel,... more
Every summer my father and I would make the drive to the ghost town of Lundy near the Nevada border to fish the lake there.... more
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Can’t write now would be too sad to read.
My celeb crushes get married or domestic.
I’m like a pair of dollar store... more
