I was there the first time Ricky tried to escape. He would try again, and again, one hand at a time, but it was the first that set the pattern for all the rest. He almost missed me, coming up The Walk. I was just down from Hope, leaning against the chain-link fence in the shade, ignoring a group of Caininites nearby. Shane, Billy, Horse, others I didn’t know. They […]
Tag Archives | Free at last
Joe Cottonwood | On the road to freedom
Control In black leotard and pink tights she dances before the big mirror, one entire wall of reflection —of motion, of strawberry blond with freckles. She’s what — eighteen? — and chatty as I replace the water heater. To my eyes she seems all bounce and unbelievably young to be shacked up in a one-room, one-bed cabin with a stone-face prison doctor triple her age who drives an old Chevy […]
Karol House | I’m from where
I’m from Bineshi’s bloodline. That’s Bill Baker if you don’t speak Ojibwemowin.* Ni migizi dodem.** I’m from sitting on green boxes on 6-mile corner, watching cars go by. Sometimes their four doors didn’t match. I’m from Packer games on Sundays, Greyhound trips for the holidays, and Easter baskets with Karla. I’m from women with the same last name and a father none of us knew. I’m from the woods; northern. […]
Benito Gutierrez | La cadena
Thirty-six-year-old Angel Guerra took a long pull from his cigarette and leaned back against the parking pylon in front of Pete’s Market, one foot tucked up behind him, the other planted securely on the ground. He exhaled slowly, allowing the smoke to envelop the sides of his face, up past his ball cap dissolving into the night sky. Bathed in a dim, fluorescent light with intermittent bursts of neon red […]
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