Automatonophobia

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But Muppets don’t end with your TV screens. Did you know? They infiltrate your workplaces, your idols, your governments.More

My Neighbor Pays Me $100 to Dress Up Like His Dead Daughter

My Neighbor Pays Me $100 to Dress Up Like His Dead Daughter

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And that’s when he told me I reminded him of his dead daughter because we both have red hair, freckles, and look like we’re keeping everybody else’s secrets.More

Claim Tickets

Claim Tickets

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For weeks after the blaze, I kept feeling like I was missing an essential item—my wallet, parts of my face, my entire body at times, but it seemed ridiculous because I was holding my wallet, could see my reflected face, and as far as I could tell, was still fairly alive. Still, some days I wasn’t sure.More

See the Wild Dogs of North Charleston

See the Wild Dogs of North Charleston

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See the wild painted dogs of North Charleston. The weak ones die, but the drive of those pregnant mother hounds snuffling the ditch-line for hours—to see them is to see ourselves. Something wild, their bodies bearing the scars of night fights and bad love and still they get up after a hard rain.More

Nobody

Nobody

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Nobody pays attention to Donny when he yells about fucking people up, but I do.More

Two Stories

Two Stories

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Tammy Faye face, dollar store wig, she smokes Camels on the chaise while I root through her kitchen for oven cleaner.More

Ducksie

Ducksie

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For a sex worker, she was cheap; but for a prostitute she was harder on the wallet.More

Why I Started Feeling Better About My Accent

Why I Started Feeling Better About My Accent

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Because my husband Bob, out to sea with his maleness, will fly around the front yard, nekkid as a rabbit, as if to challenge me, and because my mother never thought twice about murdering a jackrabbit in the late afternoon.More

Two Essays

Two Essays

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People want to be sportsmen because sportsmen are rich. People want to be artists because of money as well. If binmen became millionaires everyone would want to be a binman.More

When guilt changes hands, the pistol becomes the redeemer.

When guilt changes hands, the pistol becomes the redeemer.

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You are violent / You are male / You want something other than this nuclear warhead in your throat / You want to be rough / You want to be roughly fucked / You want to be doing the fucking / You want a thousand dollar excuse for this ogre in the mirrorMore

JD Clapp

JD Clapp

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People’s behavior is seldom as simple as some moral failing. Things like family, poverty, oppression, tradition, values and culture influence the situations people find themselves in. Even the worst characters want the same things we all want—joy, peace, love, and dignity.More