Monthly Archives: July 2015

  •   I was living in a trailer at a state park when an octogenarian recovering alcoholic named Keith showed me freedom. We’d sit on his porch after church on Sundays, eating whatever leftovers he’d cobbled together. The dressing for the wilted browned salad was always expired, “just getting ripe,” as he put it. He’d grown […]

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  •   Last night you slept outside in a hammock. I guessed you’d wake me sleeping inside the tent crying, but you didn’t. With the horses yesterday I thought you’d saddle up with me, but you wanted your own to ride. At the lake I couldn’t believe when you fell in love with jumping off a […]

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