I had a key to the back door of the house and when the lock turned you developed this sense all the organs in the house were twisting, that the bolt wa…
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Denying that I slept in my chair became a ritual of horses. The manager would come up the aisle and rap my throat and say where are you and I would poi…
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A blue carpet ran the hallway. Right outside my door and became a deep white right outside my door. There was a table at the end of the hall, near the …
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Do you know the pale morning dun? It’s a mayfly. About this big. Trout go crazy for them. A few years ago I went camping on a lake in the southern Sier…
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My grandmother first described the treasurelock as the place where St Francis of Assisi’s fingers crossed before his ribs — she did not say chest — as …
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There I was sterile as a ping pong ball calling out toys, I never call out toys, but they kept coming into my store waving their lottery tickets, like …
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I rose and made it halfway to the sink before, my mind so shot through with holes, I fainted and smacked off the countertop. My girlfriend screamed. I …
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“And now I’ll take it off,” she said in faux-dramatics, grinned and removed her yoga pants. She planted one foot on a chair, threw back her head and po…
Caleb Garling
Sketch my eyes across a deck of cards, the king said to his artists. The royal optics, contractions of the iris and elevations of the celebrated eyelid…
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When Avery Hall saw the low shadow across the distant trees, he knew it was a wolf. Dogs waste movement. They lean, bounce, waddle, their hind legs ext…
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A woman asks if the seat across from you is free. You’re sitting at the end of a long community table and note (to yourself) there are at least six fre…
Caleb Garling
One buck for 20 short stories by the best writers under 30. One buck for a history of Switzerland with a punch out game of scopa. One buck for twelve e…
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