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My father and brother constructed the trap in the basement workshop. I followed them to the forest behind the barn, where they would set it. We lived on a thirteen-acre farm called Merryview, where we raised horses — hunters, jumpers, and Shetland ponies — along with other animals.
By Eaton HamiltonJuly 2017No one in prison is ever coming back. Once we’ve served our time, everything is finally going to work out. We’re all going to stay in touch, so we can share our good news — except I’ve been giving out a fake phone number this entire time. I’m embarrassed to know these men, eyewitnesses to a shameful period of my life I can’t wait to live down: two years in prison for a nonviolent offense.
By Michael FischerJuly 2017Once the police come to the conclusion that someone committed the crime, they are trained to interrogate. At that point their goal isn’t to gather information; it’s to build a case against the person they’ve already decided is guilty. They want to get a confession.
By Mark LevitonJuly 2017June 2017Life is just a short walk from the cradle to the grave — and it sure behooves us to be kind to one another along the way.
Alice Childress
Once a certain scribe stood up and said, “Rabbi, what must I do to gain eternal life?”
By Stephen MitchellJune 2017I walk past the Kwik Trip where you found me / in the dumpster, tunneling for canned food. / Past the VFW where you bought us burgers, / newspaper now taped over the windows.
By Anders Carlson-WeeJune 2017In his version the river had practically dried up. / No way, I said. I was there not long ago. / The river looked fine.
By Catherine FreelingJune 2017Our high-school principal wagged his finger / over two manila folders / lying on his desk, labeled with our names — / my boyfriend and me, / called to his office for skipping school.
By Margaret HasseJune 2017When I drank, many people / tried to get me to quit. / When I drank, I drank the way / this cardinal is smashing into / our living-room window again / and again
By Lisa BellamyJune 2017Personal, political, provocative writing delivered to your doorstep every month—without a single ad.
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