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They take turns at the feeders, but if one lingers too long, the others — usually males — will jabber insults until the offender leaves. I have a secret nickname for the house sparrows: Little A-holes.
By Ira SukrungruangMarch 2021After work we would be headed to Smitty’s Bar, where the twangy music would kick up, and I’d try to find the courage to dance in public.
By Doug CrandellMarch 2021A stolen letter, a posthumous package, a Christmas card from a stranger
By Our ReadersMarch 2021When I was nine, / my father began / telling me how to hurt / other boys. He said to / squeeze their upper lips / until their eyes watered / or twist their ears and / hold them low so you can / walk them like a dog.
By John StruloeffMarch 2021I’m sick of being defined by the prison experience and long to be a normal human being with a past that doesn’t need to be discussed.
By Saint James Harris WoodMarch 2021March 2021Laws, it is said, are for protection of the people. It’s unfortunate that there are no statistics on the number of lives that are clobbered yearly as a result of laws: outmoded laws; laws that found their way onto the books as a result of ignorance, hysteria, or political haymaking; antilife laws; biased laws; laws that pretend that reality is fixed and nature is definable. . . . A survey such as that could keep a dozen dull sociologists out of mischief for months.
Tom Robbins, Even Cowgirls Get the Blues
Which of us has never broken a law? / I died for you — a desperate extravagance, even for me. / If you can’t be merciful, at least be bold.
By Debra SpencerMarch 2021By conservative estimates, there are currently enough wrongfully convicted people in prison in the United States to fill a football stadium.
By Feliz MorenoMarch 2021When you have been through something terrible, and you know deep down the outcome could have been otherwise, you develop a strange gratitude for everyday life. The smallest acts of generosity can make you cry.
By Steve EdwardsFebruary 2021Personal, political, provocative writing delivered to your doorstep every month—without a single ad.
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