Tag Archives: Brian Burmeister

Bleeding Out

About a year after Elizabeth’s book was released, Doug invited me to his parents’ farm. I hadn’t been there since we were kids. We stayed the night and spent much of the morning around the breakfast table. As we were finishing … Continue reading

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Holiday

Leaving that morning for vacation, Liz left the keys to her house with Nicole. Her fish needed feeding. In closets, cabinets, and drawers, Nicole’s hands moved slowly, deliberately, with impunity. She found pictures, read letters. Each day she tried on … Continue reading

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Grayscale

A month after Mom passed, I went back to the house to pack up. In the corner of her closet, buried under a pile of shoes, was a box within a box. Inside were dozens of aged, black-and-white photos of … Continue reading

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That Morning

While my wife slept that morning, I took the kids down to the beach. They raced to the water’s edge, then further out. I was forty and slow, couldn’t keep up. One dark, large wave came in, came out. Over … Continue reading

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Make Me What I’m Not

Captain Steidle enters the village, The only American in the team of five. He is welcomed By a handful Who survived because they were smart Enough to play dead. A woman, not yet twenty, Brings her baby to him. Captain … Continue reading

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