December 2010
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"Raleigh"
There was a night, several months ago, when I dreamed about a beach, and a forest, and a sunny afternoon. In this dream the wind is whistling through the trees, just beyond the sandy end that led down to the blue water, and I can hear a few birds chirping above me. Like any dream, or most any dream of mine, this place is fresh and new and nothing I’ve ever seen before in real life. But it...
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"when it was okay to be young"
In the night when it’s cold, and the abbreviated breaths of sinful lovers meld into the rising moonlight, a young man named Jackson strolls along the sidewalk, kicking stranded pebbles into the flickering light of the Macy St. lampposts. Jackson, seventeen and short, with a scar above his left eye, right next to his brow, doesn’t sleep much. this is a fact he keeps hidden from his mother, Gail,...