Tag Archives: Steve Christopher

Spools

Back in Pittsburgh nobody talks to anybody anymore. Freddy installs pools with rose-colored glasses on, Louise can’t not be restless, Alex carries the weight of the world on his short frame, along with decades of ugly fat, mom’s not taking … Continue reading

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Scream

Karen took care of a baby, a home health case back in Fremont. The baby was a living mess. Off to the worst start you could imagine. A list of problems longer than her undersized frame. I think it was … Continue reading

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Gift to a Black Sheep

And I asked them to bore the hole clean and straight, the circumference of an arm, directly above where his heart might be. That I could reach my arm into the hole in the earth, make the grand gesture, thread … Continue reading

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