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Denis Johnson’s Bad Day

He looked like that writer Denis Johnson on a bad day.

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Crab Wood

She pointed out sticks for me to pick up. The sticks needed to be long, but not too long; thick, but not too thick; and straight, without leaves. It was August in England, and although we’d had a fine summer, it had been raining all day and the sticks were muddy. I picked them up without complaining. My daughter didn’t speak much, even though the idea that we should recreate the US cover of my novel had been her suggestion. Still, I was happy to be spending time with her, because she is seventeen and I don’t get to do that very often any more.

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The Crocodile Hunter

When all the other girls in our class were fawning over Justin Timberlake and Nick Carter, we were in love with a crocodile hunter.

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The Refugees

My brother turns to me. He says: I want to go home, but I don’t know where that is. I say to him, so do I. In time, I’ll repeat that line to him. He’ll agree, and we’ll order another round. Neither of us lives on the street. He lives in an apartment. I doubled […]

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Love Between the Lines

I owe my love of literature to growing up closeted in a culture of homophobia. While other teenage boys pursued girls, and even caught a few, I found everything I needed on the printed page.

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A Crush

Gary and I were going to make love. For several weeks, I planned to linger after the bell rang with the excuse of needing help with homework. Once my classmates filtered out, I’d saunter up to his desk just as he was preparing to score our worksheets on the multiplication tables. As his back tensed […]

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More With Less

Imagine the quintessential fresh-from-the-land Midwestern bounty of my Mennonite childhood and you might also imagine the quintessential spread this sort of landscape suggests.

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Fed

My mom did most of the cooking—fried chicken, meatloaf, pot roast—but my dad fed me.

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The Other Side

Excerpts from “The Other Side” Coming from Tin House Books July 2014

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A Picture of Love

I stood up in a close friend’s wedding fifteen years ago in this same temple, and now his son is up there reading Hebrew in cracking sing-songese. I don’t come here unless there’s a wedding or, like today, a Bar Mitzvah. Each time, I hope to connect with the historical groaning that infuses the chants; […]

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On the Tongue

. . . biting into it gave one the impression of biting into a beating heart.

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The Other Side

Excerpts from “The Other Side” Coming from Tin House Books July 2014

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Darkmouth Strikes Again

Excerpts from “Darkmouth Strikes Again” (Future Tense Books this spring.

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Cussword ABC’s

My uncles taught me cusswords to the tune of the ABC’s. I was six. This was Cedar Rapids, Iowa, in the mid-eighties.

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