My dad and I arrived at the estate auction, our vehicle settled alongside the other cars, vans, and pickups with trailers. Summer in a farming community now overtaken by subdivided lots and strip malls. I’d never been to an auction. Dad hadn’t actually invited me, just called and […]
I knew I had to respect Hemingway when channeling his eyes. I shot a male rhino from 70 yards, as it was grazing—with a high-powered Browning rifle. I brought his head home. I drank heavily as I watched Matadors in tight, shimmering clothes. They grimaced and struck artistic […]
What if the backwoods—the brush, the fallen tree limbs, snapped twigs and pulverized dirt, the massive trench at the end of the culvert running under Chase Avenue, the families of raccoons we chased with aluminum bats (but never intended to harm), the woodpeckers, high above, metronomical, diligent in […]
I don’t feel safe here. It isn’t safe anywhere, for me. But I try to seek refuge here amid the demons as I know how to behave in this space.
Maybe you read TFP’s Monday flash as you sit behind your desk or on your phone on the subway on the way to work or as you pour your morning coffee/tea/green sludge/chocolate chip smoothie.
You’ve written from the heart about your first tattoo, memorialized it as a rite of passage.
Daddy says we have to go meet Mommy at the restaurant. He says don’t be sad, Melly – we’ll see each other ‘gain soon.
For months, she didn’t say it. When he nuzzled his nose into her skin or her hair, she didn’t say it.