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A nurse comes in every thirty minutes to tell me that I am one lucky so-and-so, and I have often heard—as grating as some simple-minded after-school-special sentiments—that I now have a “second chance at life!” Well, I didn’t feel like I had finished with my first one. I have a previous life that is evidently now over, and I didn’t redeem myself in it, and I never prepared myself for its end, and I’m not sure I’m up to starting a whole new thing now. I’m thirty, I’m a cook, my girlfriend nea...

Miles from Bad Axe Miles drove West on State Route 142. He was alone on the road, having left Bad Axe an hour early, and he watched out the windows as the cornfields collapsed into melon patches, then the melons burst into a confetti of clover. Michigan’s thumb was green, even as late in the season as the first of August. These were the last of the year’s crops, the stragglers and tenacious bloomers, soon to be harvested and sent to markets or feed lots. Miles Holden was on his way to other p...

This is why I hate poetry the title tells too much prepare for words or wisdom witless witness all the thesaurusary the many ways to say i feel you need we lost i see i am poetic this is poetry

Box Seats Sports Bar and Grill opened on the Northeast end of Tucson in 1986. Gil and Marylou had followed a dream from Detroit to the Sonoran Desert, where they opened the upscale sports bar, complete with patio and poolroom and two large dining rooms separated by a half wall. The front of the restaurant was all windows and looked out at the rolling and rising foothills of the Catlina Mountains. Box Seats was located at the foot of Mount Lemmon, Tucson’s highest mountain, and one of its most...