Caleb.J.Ross's Articles and Stories
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It is the routine, I believe, of the packing, then the leaving to somewhere new, then the returning home refreshed that matters most to mom.
Exhibit One - A Letter From Alex FumarExcerpt:
You think it’s true, that bugs eat anything with protein? Guess they could feast on my sheets at home.
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The first morning we met—I remember the rain, soft the way I like it—was a series she later attributed as a fourteen-frame sunrise.
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He’s been out of anti-depressants for two weeks.
Editorial - an Interview with Peter RockExcerpt:
Rain in Portland, Oregon is not rain in Emporia, Kansas. People run in Emporia. They shut windows and wait.
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The medical tent stank of baked flesh and the wasted effort of sterility; bleach puddled dirt into mud while ammonia sat in open buckets just feet away, its fumes warping the a ...
The Barber Who Calls Himself FergusonExcerpt:
The Eye’s hair grows long and tangled.
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How the bald man with the needle in his median cubital vein said he found God felt like what a rape would be if afterwards the woman zipped up her pants, fastened her belt and ...
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Photographs leaked of the old man’s wounds.
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If we tell ourselves the culprit sits right there, in front of us all, then we’re free to ignore our backs.
