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Paul Miller
8 min read
Patches Of Cloth Where Their Mouths Used To Be
She shouldn't have agreed to meet him. They had bargained bitterly against further entanglements. That was his word for them not three...
Paul Miller
10 min read
Ballet Slippers
"Oh, this is gonna blow up in our faces, Joan. I can feel it." "Shut up, Ike." That did shut him up. Ike Martindale didn't like being...
Paul Miller
11 min read
Better Times to Come
On my nineteenth birthday, I bought flowers for myself. Or I bought them for the apartment, a splash of yellow petals to chase away the...
Paul Miller
7 min read
My Throne Room
My favorite indoor place as a kid was the dark basement of our ranch house. The faux wood paneling was littered with paint-by-numbers of...
Paul Miller
16 min read
Vicki
The last night Vicki lived, she slept on a friend's sofa, eating a sleeve of Thin Mints, watching old episodes of the Lucille Ball show....
Paul Miller
14 min read
Salvation
It was almost like it was Halloween and he was going as Steven Tyler's mic stand.
Paul Miller
12 min read
Persimmons and Snakes
Sometimes there isn't time to ask oneself what will happen if we miss our mark or if the snake bites.
Paul Miller
8 min read
Grey Forest
She dropped her voice, “Mother wanted me to come down in a kaftan, so we had quite a fight.”
Paul Miller
6 min read
Birthday Cake
It was a day that wanted nothing to do with nylons and bra straps.
Paul Miller
3 min read
Two Baths
She was five when they lived on Darby Road. The house was small, a brick rancher with yellow wood floors and green bathroom tiles. In...
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