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Along the Dirty, Sacred River · 1M ago

Kintsukuroi: Or, Being Humpty Dumpty

The world breaks everyone and afterward many are strong at the broken places. ~ Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms Check out more of Beth's work on Instagramor buy it at AA Clay Studio & Gall...
Along the Dirty, Sacred River · 1M ago

Most days I want to disappear, but physics hasn’t caught up with me yet ( a draft)

The centrifugal force required for a total reality shift has yet to be proven mathematically outside Schrödinger’s Box. The street is shaking, but no connection has been made between th...
Along the Dirty, Sacred River · 1M ago

Darkness as the absence, not the opposite of light (For Smiley) - A Draft

My father, I think, wanted to be a deliberate man. On days when the boil in my blood near overflows I imagine what the sensation must feel like. These ill-humors do no one any good...
Along the Dirty, Sacred River · 2M ago

Rockabilly Billy and the Texas 5, Part 9: The Painted Woman

I let her lead the way up the stairs and while we were walking she hummed this funny little tune to herself, and every time I tried talking to her, she just kept shimmying up the stairs and ...
Along the Dirty, Sacred River · 2M ago

Something like the face of (draft)

Ignore the monsters in the shadows. Life is not like your childhood cartoons, and that is not a cape on your back. The stories in the papers are all true – in as much as any of the...
Along the Dirty, Sacred River · 2M ago

Every day is a title fight: the last round

I haven't felt like blogging lately, at least in the vein that I normally do in this space. That's not to say I haven't been writing, because I have. And it's also not to say that there's la...
Along the Dirty, Sacred River · 2M ago

Ethel's Frankie - a short dog fiction (draft)

Ethel knew there was just something not right about the boy, and she could never quite lay her finger on what it was. He ran around like boys were supposed to. Growing up, he played sports a...
Along the Dirty, Sacred River · 3M ago

2 Poems: of journeys and nightmares (draft)

Everything feels more Better men than me have walked this way. If there is forgiveness to be had first I must drop this old, bloody dagger. Late winter bird songs  no longer hold ...
Along the Dirty, Sacred River · 3M ago

New Fiction: Thus the congregation says

I knew something was wrong when Twila gave me the stink eye outside the student union. Divorces are difficult enough. Being young – too young, I remember my grandmother saying – made it that...
Along the Dirty, Sacred River · 3M ago

New Fiction: The Duke of Donuts

Drunks love chocolate. That’s one of the things they don’t tell you before you show up to a meeting. No one told me I should show up early if I wanted to get one of the limited number of cho...