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No Morning Light: A Boxer’s Story Part One

No Morning Light by Kevin Birge The driverless black sedan was utterly silent except for the sounds of bulletproof rubber against the aging blacktop. The wastelands of Detroit had mostly been denuded of usable road surface, but the city kept one long stretch of two lane in semi-usable condition for police access. Inside the car, total silence broken only by …

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Jack O’Lantern Tears

Halloween. And all day I spent with the dead. I brought them into my mind one by one, in the order of their passing, from the earliest childhood days forward. I marched them past single file in my mind’s eye and tried hard to honor them by seeing them clearly. Some I saw with more clarity than others, and my …