Tag Archives: Chase Troxell

Clutter

This tattoo is for his mother: she always loved doves. This tattoo is a dick- shaped guitar, and its being strummed so hard. That’s 666 on his left cheek, and on his neck is his child’s footprint. He’s got devil … Continue reading

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We’re One Flesh

when you look into me and batter my heart: when ice             cracks in water, when I warm to you and you cool                         down to me, when condensation occurs and we become into each other. Chase Troxell has earned his Bachelor … Continue reading

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The Sidewalk

I’ve never left this place, not really. This house was where I grew up, and a little way down is where I live now. I do walk differently. There’s an eight-millimeter of my first steps and the first time I … Continue reading

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The Photograph of My Father

The photograph of my father as a boy is stuck to the cracked glass of its original frame. If I peel back the stained corners, the color of his chosen backdrop begins to rip from behind him. If I peel … Continue reading

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