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New Year's Day, poem by CL Bledsoe
One of the junkies in the backseat spoke up to ask, “Should there be so much smoke behind us?” A wall of gray poured from the car. I took the first exit, wondering how far I could make it before the explosion, no flames … Continue reading
DWI, poem by CL Bledsoe
They pulled Dad over on the way home from visiting us at Aunt Louise’s house where we were staying while the divorce went through. His truck died, so he shut off his lights, cranked it, and flipped them back on. A cop … Continue reading
Frogball, poem by CL Bledsoe
We couldn’t afford bats so we scavenged, broken lengths of PVC pipes, crooked sticks, hands, if that’s all we had. Likewise, instead of baseballs we used pinecones, dried cow pies, rocks. One kid started catching frogs and smacking them into … Continue reading
Texas Never Whispers, by C.L. Bledsoe
The closer it got to Joey’s dad’s birthday, the more agitated he became, and with nothing worthwhile to do when he wasn’t at work – which was less and less often since Jerry had been cutting his hours – he … Continue reading
Squirrels in the Attic, fiction by CL Bledsoe
Everyone in the house knew they were squirrels, except KT, who was sure with the conviction of an irrational mind further tainted from years of heavy drug use, that there were people – little people – living in the attic. … Continue reading
Spite and Malice, fiction by CL Bledsoe
After Tommy took the PCP, KT told him to calm down three times; each time, she made a point of standing closer and closer to the shotgun, the first, moving across the room near it, the second, with her hand … Continue reading
The Stray Cat, fiction by CL Bledsoe
Joey had been successfully dodging Tommy, who’d had been tweaked out on homemade meth for nearly a week, until Tommy decided he’d had enough of the stray cat nosing around the house. So he told Joey to leave some tuna … Continue reading
