Tag Archives: Terence McCaffrey

Furniture Shopping

A young, handsome couple under an umbrella waits to cross New Britain Avenue, which is wet, slick, and busy. They’re at the age of repressed uncertainty, crooked cake toppers dressed in earthen colors. They are faceless; they are far. As … Continue reading

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In a Field

One blind night in July twenty years ago I lay in a field in Nevers Park, slivers of old hay itching at my legs. Drunken uncles had split the house with screams as they confronted their realities and, in doing … Continue reading

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