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Hot Tin Roof: What happened to Violet Kubicek

I worked night shift at the donut shop in Court Hill a couple of summers ago. It’s pretty hard to get used to, and I was getting better at going to sleep at noon so I could be at work by ten, but it was way too hot, so I didn’t sleep for more than, like, four hours for a couple of days. […]

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Hot Tin Roof: Sorrow House

My first experience with Mercy was in the single stall bathroom in the emergency room lobby. I was 19, high—lost on my way to or from a house party. The lobby air was disorienting; it smelled like lemon, rubber, grief and chicken noodle soup. I remember an overall sense of antiseptic. […]

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Hot Tin Roof: Grandma likes to keep her people close

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Hot Tin Roof is a program to showcase current literary work produced in Iowa City. The series is organized and juried by representatives of three Iowa City-based cultural advocacy organizations: The Englert Theatre, Iowa City UNESCO City of Literature and Little Village magazine. […]

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Hot Tin Roof: The Pavement Between my Home and the Church

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Read William Blair’s “The Pavement Between my Home and the Church,” our latest winner of the Hot Tin Roof creative works contest. Do you have a creative work of your own to share? Want a shot at winning $100? Check out our Hot Tin Roof contest page to see submission details. […]

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Hot Tin Roof: Electron Configurations

When light collides with an electron, the electron’s trajectory is immediately altered. The collisions can be measured, plotted on graphs, connected like constellations. by Kyle Laws I. It might have happened on a Tuesday. Maybe a Sunday night after the weekend had lost its momentum. They might have been high together for the first time, […]

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Hot Tin Roof: The Lieutenant Part One: Death Follows

by Luke Stroth The dust was in the air and the air was in his lungs and the dust burned its way down his throat and clustered there with the grit and the smoke and the ash.  The heat beat down like God’s heavy hand and smote him where he sat, and the thin film of […]

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Hot Tin Roof: The Shadow

By Luis Bravo “Oh, how much time spends the shadow being nothing” —Andrés Echevarría    the shadow comes from the collapsed form of “sch (e) adew (e)” the shadow loses the “dow” and almost be comes a “she” the shadow of the chimpanzee parades on the catwalk of the progeny   the shadow busies itself […]

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Hot Tin Roof: daughters

By Zora B. Hurst I am a daughter of women. the product of centuries of four-part harmonies in church choirs, can’t nobody do me like jesus, no– can’t nobody do me like tha lord a carrier of hope for the daughters of daughters who wanted their children to be masters of their own destinies. beholden to […]

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Hot Tin Roof: Two Ant Farms – Cheap!

By Deanne Wortman On sale at TJ Maxx, $5 each—Uncle Walt’s Ant Farm Kit. I bought two for my grandson, Dean, the Bug Boy, so we could learn more about nature together. We unpacked the ant farms and read the instructions carefully. We did just as Uncle Walt said. We set up the ant farms on […]

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