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Drawer Space
One day you will come home, and her clothes will be gone. There will be an envelope on the fridge. There will be a heart on it, but you will fear what it will do to your own. “I love you so much….” Apparently not enough. You will look through drawers, not looking for signs…
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The Sea of Grass
Many years ago, there was a trail of covered wagons passing through prairie as far as the eye can see. Now it’s littered with fast food joints and truck stops, but there was a time before such things (believe it or not). People and their animals would take turns walking alongside the wagons. Spare the…
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Adventure Is Out There
By Sean Quinn Do you ever look up at a plane and wonder where it’s going? I do. All the time. I’ll look at its general bearing and imagine. “Hawaii… Alaska… Chicago… Tokyo… Rome… Nairobi… Dubai” I even love airports. All of the different designs and pieces of art scattered around them. I’ll look enviously…
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“Drop on Down”
“Good luck, kick ass, but please be safe. Please come home.” “You know I will.” You will drive through a gorgeous city on a beautiful summer’s day. The bloom isn’t quite as sharp as it was in the spring, but you will still smile softly at all of the flowers popping up along the highway.…
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Ten Thousand Meters
By Sean Quinn It’s game day, but the ten thousand won’t start until the stadium lights are on. You want to stay away from the track for as long as possible. There’s no sense in rattling yourself to pieces before the gun even goes off, and you don’t need some poor student trainer to rub…
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The Little Castle
Their estate is not the largest, but it is theirs. The royal dance floor sits next to the royal stove. They bring in only the finest musicians that Spotify can offer. Everyone from Aretha Franklin to Hozier comes to town to play just for them. There’s the safe, warm crackle of eggs on the burner…
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On Dogs and Men
By Sean Quinn I’ve always had to wrap my wrists well. I can’t remember the last time I popped a knuckle, but I’ve always had to baby my wrists. My shoulders and knuckles are indestructible, but if I’m not careful about nursing my wrists after a layoff, I can’t turn a doorknob the next day…
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Why Winning Is for the Birds
By Sean Quinn I love the phrase “Go Birds.” I think it’s the perfect cheer. It can be screamed by a little girl at the top of her lungs as she flips off the New York Giants bench, or it can be a mournful whisper into the ear of a dying man. It’s a municipal…
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For the Babies
What’s good Young Bull? You need to know that you’re very lucky to have the mommy and daddy that you do. You’re not born yet, but they love you very much. Be Strong: You should know that life is not easy, at any point. You need to be able to protect yourself and those around…
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Dear Popop Anthony,
I’m Sean. We’ve never met, but I love you. I’m Sonny and Maryann’s grandson and Charlene’s oldest. I don’t know whether to say “Thank You, but I’m sorry.” or, “I’m sorry, but thank You”. Thank you for being a good father to Maryann and Toni. I’ve only heard glowing reports. I know that you and…
Two Birds 