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Hot Tin Roof: Mirrored Room

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By Kathryn B. Jackson Your intuition might fail you. Your sniffing-dog sense for the perils of men — your extrasensory radar for the false love of fathers in particular, having known your own father’s false love — you could, at any instant, go noseblind, and get it wrong. There is always room for your human […]

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Hot Tin Roof: Halloween

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[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text] By Adam Prato “Trick or treat!” Something small and green dropped into the plastic bag Jennifer had held out. “What is that?” she asked. “A Brussels sprout,” said the man who had answered the door. Jennifer looked up. The man was a little fat and going bald, like an older version of her father. […]

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Hot Tin Roof: The Departed

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By Akwi Nji My family is a family of women. Men were there; biology tells us they must have been. And they weren’t lazy. They were farmers and college professors, business owners. But, in the snapshots of my memory, they are all sitting on sofas while the women flutter through kitchens, sift through backpacks to […]

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Hot Tin Roof: Periodicity

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By Bogi Takács In memoriam Miklós Radnóti The flood comes; I am leaving. Mole tunnels crisscross the thick soil of the banks and spring lies in wait, ready to send the rolling, dirt-brown waters down from the Alpok carrying twigs and an all-human collection of trash: shopping bags, red flashes of cola bottles. A sound […]

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Hot Tin Roof: G-L-O-R-I-A

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By Cheryl Graham The Woods Memorial branch library, a small white stucco building, sits on a plat of North First Avenue that would have been considered the outer reaches of Tucson when the branch was opened in the late 1960s. The air inside is cool, but not cold, a respite from the desert heat. Natural […]

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Hot Tin Roof: Law Law’s gonna find you done wrong

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By Alexander McShane Bradbury Hot headed boy broke his arrows. He will shoot no more but instead sneak on them sparrows. Because the boy’s got a right to throw down his toys and take all the birds with his hands. When I asked him to take the dirt road to the hollow tree, where he […]

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Hot Tin Roof: ‘The Kitchen’

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The Kitchen By Chris Wiersema Uh huh, yeah. No, I’m listening. Stuck at the office. Broccoli in the steamer in half an hour. Asshole boss—you said it first—deadline at nine so no later than ten. Chicken breast thawing in the sink.” Eleven year-old mumbled on the cordless, wiped afternoon Koz-Zone cartoons out of his eyes. […]

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Hot Tin Roof: Three Heart Harmonies

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Three Heart Harmonies By Diane LaDuke Bullets of sleet clatter hard against the windows. Stel, my infant son, trembles. I hold him tight against my heart to sooth him.  My wife and daughter sing carols from the kitchen. Their duet offers a warm respite from the winter blitz. Tonight, my heart is full and peaceful. […]

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Hot Tin Roof: Home

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  Home By Anonymous If I asked to hold finger and crush bone, you’d let me. Let me carry your baggage so you can walk again: Your mayonnaise-worshipping Grandmother, your Preachers passionate in their peony garden paradise Sofas, your sweet tea sticky like tar between your back Arm where the bottle fell out of your […]

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