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I Met a Man

A Greyhound bus stopped right in front of me, and the first passenger out was a man wearing a Fedora, and he tipped his…


Calling Out the Moon

On the day I said goodbye to Kenner, we saw a girl we’d gone to high school with a million years ago, who still…



The traffic light turns from yellow to red, and Lena hits the brakes. The old Dodge truck, bronze and white and rusty in spots,…