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Chapter 8: Apocalypse Now When the school year ended, I was out of a job, so I moved back to Beaverton. I didn’t know what to do with...

CHAPTER 1 You decide to bring bread to Mother. When you open your eyes on the day of the referendum, you are thinking of bananas, of...

CHAPTER 2 The sky is overcast and the air hot and sticky as I make my daily walk to the warehouse where I rent studio space from my...

1. I’d gone mute. We were in line. It was hot. Yellow-y. She was the one who wanted to be here. I would’ve rather been in my chair,...

PROLOGUE The belly of Florida is a swamp, and I was born there, in the Wilds. My birth season runs through the warm sconce of August,...