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Zero is a Seashell
Steepness and height didn’t rattle me when I was young. We lived near a park dominated by a massive concrete slide. At its base were always cardboard scraps to slide on. We never brought our own. It was exhilarating, hissing over smooth cement until your speed approaching the end forced your eyes shut.
For Those That Want It
Patrick Trotti Stacey stared at the blank screen of her cell phone in her right palm. In her left arm was her baby. The living room was dark except for the iridescent glow from the small television in the corner. The phone was one of those flip ones that she bought at WalMart. It was […]
St. Grobian’s Midnite Raffle
Eric Williams I tried to ignore the couple in front of me and just enjoy the movie, but they were absolutely yakked to the gills and being extremely annoying about it. The film festival was showing Giant, one of my favorites – lemme tell you, you can’t beat those West Texas vistas on the big […]
Death of Print 