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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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Hot Tin Roof: A Trio; or Stolen Dialog

By Courtney McDermott 1 I introduced Hemingway to my class. Presented him in a blue suit, his mustache trimmed, his hair parted and neat, even though he’d had several drinks already. He sat cross-legged in a chair by the whiteboard. He rested an elbow on his top knee and held his hand lazily like he […]

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Hot Tin Roof, June/July 2012: The Bird

By Chelsea Bacon It might have been a bird. It hit the house with a soft thud, shuffled on the porch, and flitted away quickly as it came. It could have been a bat; it would have made no difference. It was aimless. It interjected into a cold Iowa evening, without meaning or significance, an […]

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Hot Tin Roof: Poolside Manner

By Lucas Sheperd It is one hundred and fourteen degrees according to the thermometer at the base swimming pool, and all I can see are clean haircuts, off the ears with neatly-trimmed necklines. No one is in the water. We spray on sunscreen, except Michael, who is from Oregon and has skin that is somehow […]

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Hot Tin Roof: Handgun

By Todd Case Megan slept in the bassinet. She was three weeks old. Guffey marveled at the slight rise and fall of his daughter’s chest, and the way she smelled so sweet. He pulled the cotton baby blanket down to reveal her face. Joanie’s mother had sent them that blanket and about two-hundred dollars’ worth […]

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Hot Tin Roof:The Left Come Back

by Ted Kehoe The Left Come Back I am in love with your brother. All those years he followed now left behind. He has forgotten we lost him as the Wolfman trick-or-treating. He has forgotten we stepped on a horseshoe crab at Crane Beach (we left him on the shingle with spade and pail) and […]

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Hot Tin Roof: Life in Miniature

By Noel Carver No matter how good life may be it will never be a good transition, womb to world with pain and aging, open like a book. He did not need the slap upon the feet, his little face already gasping, flailing arms and grasping air. But the slap came anyway, a first lesson. […]

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