Tag Archives: Darren Donate

Crossface

I got home from wrestling practice earlier than usual that day, went around the back of the house. Through the screen door I saw my father drinking lemonade and watching TV. I didn’t know why I was so mad seeing … Continue reading

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Se Trata De La Verdad

It was hard for him that evening, together in bed, the dog at their feet & the gentle procession of questioning. She reaches across & touches his face, pressing her forehead against his chest. She was listening for bruises: for … Continue reading

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