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Yes-And

“NO BLOOD, JUST FRAUD” LEN: A gremlin. Height: 1’1”. Irritated, Rhode Island accent. Sits like Gollum. FELIX: A dragon. Height: 8’4”. If Winnie-the-Pooh was a theater major. STODDARD: An insurance agent. Height: 5’10”. Human. Grey. THE WATCHER: A raven. Height: 1’2”. Scene: A loan office.

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I Am A Pear

CHARACTERS: KIERAN HARBER-GLASSLEY: A teenage boy, a senior in high school. AVERY HARBER-GLASSLEY: Kieran’s younger sister. An eighth grader. Has a pentagram somewhere on her. DANNY PIERCE: Kieran’s boyfriend, also a senior in high school. JOHN GLASSLEY: Kieran and Avery’s dad. MELANIE HARBER: Kieran and

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Evidence, Niece and What You Will Become

Evidence I know why I care about your final resting place. I’ve never found one suitable on this earth. I’m estranged from your impulses, and I’ve envious of your solitude. All the words in the world don’t soothe me. What was last night’s dream is

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Start with the Presser Foot Down

How it possible to grow up in 3 different houses, each next door to the other? I cannot know if this is unusual. All I know is, everything I am, because of who she was—began at google.com/maps/place/197Magnolia Ave/San Bernardino. A Mittyesque daydream pops out of

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Krag Krag, Sound of Crows

The universe has a billion worlds centered by a holy mountain and ringed with wild oceans of teal— swooshing and crashing with the primordial pull of myriad moons. A trichiliocosm, with clusters of thousands of worlds. “Vibrating and vibrating—shig shig, quaking and quaking—yom yom, the

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An Incomplete History of Parents

I. I suppose we should start at the beginning. Well, maybe not the very beginning—there are whole lives, entire worlds, that existed B.C. (before children), and I’m not concerned with those. While in the womb, you receive your mother’s life, not her Life. You get

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Mother and the GPS

I’d would gladly follow my girlfriend into the garbage, despite its interminable odors. I love to kiss her, with those inviting lips and skin and smells of freshly washed socks with fabric softener. I could do this unendingly though my timing is not always on

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For the Love of a Dog

I meet Marcus at a minor league game: Jacksonville Jumbo Shrimp versus Kissimmee Cobras. The brightly-lit stadium a stone’s throw from the St. Johns River has been renovated to the old-timey feel of a Northern ballpark, but its faux brick and imitation gas lanterns make

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The City On a Hill

Placetime coordinate: somewhere, sometime. Neither here and now nor there and then, but rather there and here and then and now. The lively ruins of a city on a hill. A forest grows round it. Waters cut through it. Monsters burrow in and out of