Category Archives: Bradleysburg

Fuck This Poem (Day 9, 2018)

Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt asked us to include something big and something little in our poem. Not sure if this counts. Fuck This Poem Fuck this poem. Fuck the time I’ve wasted writing and revising it. Fuck every line break, every … Continue reading

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July 15, 1967, 9:34 AM

When Frank Hayes turned six, his mother gave him a pair of work boots, just like his father’s. They were a deep brown leather with rubber soles and a small steel plate in the toe, and the laces wrapped around … Continue reading

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Caton (A Sketch)

In middle school, she took a new name, having grown tired of the one given by her parents.  She was no longer Elizabeth.  Henceforth, she would call herself Caton, borrowing that name from the dust jacket of an obscure Romanian … Continue reading

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Bradleysburg (9)

Donna needed coffee. Black coffee, and a lot of it. She felt groggy, could barely stand. The morning sun poked through the trees in sharp bursts of gold. In other circumstances, it would be beautiful. Her Toyota Avalon–the car she … Continue reading

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Bradleysburg (8)

Tina sat on her bed, the sage green sheets pushed aside for her comfort, listening to her mother berate her father in the next room. She wished she could go to work, but Mel’s was closed for the funerals. “I … Continue reading

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Bradleysburg (7)

Pudge had never seen his dad cry before. Frank Hayes was a tough bastard, even by the hyper-masculine standards of rural southwestern Pennsylvania. The boy had seen Frank forcibly eject angry men twice his size from the diner, and he’d … Continue reading

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Bradleysburg (3)

She didn’t wait for him. The ATV was right there, keys in the ignition, so she took it and headed down the path toward home. Tina wasn’t stealing. She’d leave the quad behind his house unharmed. She would treat it … Continue reading

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