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Coming of Ageexpand_moreThe graffiti suggests the most essential story of New Haven.
A finger on the bell, a quick sprint on light feet, and then stifled laughter.
Even then (Colin remembers now), it felt like the end of something.
Insomnia! There is a sickly romance to the affliction—initially.
I’d make a tub of mud to keep live crabs. I’d refill it daily.
Teams spend days surveying the damage and label me a mess.
Navigating the trailer park at night felt like a raid on a strange village.
Goretti was a victim perfect for her time, an icon of Catholic sexual politics.
She takes her shirt at the waist and pulls it up slowly: her hips, belly, bra.
She was gone then, inaudible, steeple-reticent, demure as sky.
I understood that life could end without warning, even young lives.
Joshua was well versed in things to which I was not yet privy, like sex.
Is there some one way a guy should be on his wedding day, dickwad?
Our neighbors the Bells are watching, watching us when we play outside.
Mom often went to work on her days off. The library was her refuge.
The beer and the kissing and the lateness of the hour had got to me.
Now he was all out of dreams, out of rage, expectations, and money too.
I found a lodestone & I went to the creek & I buried it in the creek bed
How can we go on believing each day won’t be the one that flames out?
Did Sharon and Roy make it harder or easier for their mother to leave?
I received a surprise invitation to a tryout camp at Ebbets Field.
We’d open our mouths and sink, trying to make an ocean of ourselves.
My mother taught me to rebel within the boundaries of acceptability.
cannibal chowder and a kiss by the splashing voices of a pool
The purple-eyed women on her mom’s side began generations ago.
All those butterflies I impaled when I was a boy—will I go to hell for that?
“Why don’t you say anything, people? These thugs are murdering me!”
“I’m sorry,” I wrote, “but I have to go back to the bookstore.” My only plan was to plead for my old job back. To my surprise, it worked. The law was safe; the law was my father. I decided to go to law school.
The transformation of their maid from shadow to sexpot thrills Maizie.
I was once a rider of mastodons, a waitress showing skin.