Tag Archives: Barry Basden

Old Photos

The woman says something offhand, an old hurt the man cannot possibly fix. He doesn’t respond. Twilight seeps into the room. They’ve finished a bottle of Napa red and sit across from each other, an oak coffee table between them, … Continue reading

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Library Bindings

He hitchhiked to New York and explored the city from a 4th floor nest in Hell’s Kitchen. After a time, he figured out a way to steal books from the library—the one with the lions in front: Look Homeward, Angel, … Continue reading

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Fracking

My wife finds us down in South Texas. Luckily, I’m out at a rig when she storms into town and messes up the home office. The woman I’m living with has us packed and the van loaded by the time … Continue reading

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Canciones

I usually walk around midday, a stroll through our new subdivision, where houses go up fast, financed by local realtors. Their carpenters wear sunglasses and don’t speak much English. My online course says I now comprehend 59% of all Spanish … Continue reading

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Pictures Will Be Taken

They park off the blacktop in the cold early dawn and walk through deep woods to the clearing. The man scatters corn across the frosted ground. Inside the blind, he hands the boy a scoped rifle and winks. It is … Continue reading

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