Tag Archives: Donald C. Welch III

Wyoming: A Love Poem

            “Oh please don’t go—we’ll eat you up—we love you so!”― Maurice Sendak, Where the Wild Things Are I hear undeveloped property is being sold for cheap by the acre in Wyoming in an effort to stimulate the economy now that … Continue reading

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Heaven Better Have Free Refills

I want my God to be the old man behind the projector at one of those classic movie theaters. Who has to organize the reels of film alphabetically, but makes sure to leave a few of his favorite ones on … Continue reading

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Please Stop Fucking in My Bathroom

In high school sex-ed classes, teachers showed us diagrams about STDs, bold-lined stick figures all linked together illustrating the idea: “When you sleep with someone you also sleep with everyone they’ve slept with.” This was a North Carolina public school’s … Continue reading

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