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Lying Low Under Raise High the Roof Beam, Carpenters or, A Day in the Life, Age 19

Fresh out of school, death was old news, alongside my empty flannels flapping on the line. I held the last words of Salinger close in low light: a worn-out oracle, grown stone-deaf to the world outside himself. Alone, the Fraser … Continue reading

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Washelli

Some places are forever afternoon. – Richard Hugo After a day on the water, I carried the sun like a slap. Hours burned on in my blood- shot eyes, sea legs crammed in the back of my grandpa’s Maverick. Golden … Continue reading

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