Nobody's creekbed

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Sunday, September 30, 2018

If only we could extend this surging conservative interest in the presumption of innocence, sympathy for young people, and forgiveness for actions that happened "a long time ago" to millions of murdered and unjustly imprisoned African Americans.

Sunday, September 09, 2018

The work is so silent even the shortest handwritten note on a formal rejection from a favorite literary magazine—Zoetrope: All-Story—feels like a human connection:

nice work

My kid. I told her she's the only good gig that ever called back and she said, "I know. We're in a lot of trouble. But what the shit."

Monday, September 03, 2018

My daughter's cat. I know, I know.
When you're three weeks old
you get whatever you want.