Day Job And Night Job – Andrew Hudgins

Day Job And Night Job ———- Andrew Hudgins After my night job, I sat in class and ate, every thirteen minutes, an orange peanut—butter cracker….

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In – Andrew Hudgins

In ———- Andrew Hudgins When we first heard from blocks away the fog truck’s blustery roar, we dropped our toys, leapt from our meals, and…

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Blur – Andrew Hudgins

Blur ———- Andrew Hudgins Storms of perfume lift from honeysuckle, lilac, clover—and drift across the threshold, outside reclaiming inside as its home. Warm days whirl…

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In The Well – Andrew Hudgins

In The Well ———- Andrew Hudgins My father cinched the rope, a noose around my waist, and lowered me into the darkness. I could taste…

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Playing Dead – Andrew Hudgins

Playing Dead ———- Andrew Hudgins Our father liked to play a game. He played that he was dead. He took his thick black glasses off…

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Steppingstone – Andrew Hudgins

Steppingstone ———- Andrew Hudgins Home (from Court Square Fountain— where affluent ghosts still importune a taciturn slave to entertain them with a slow barbarous tune…

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