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Punch Lines to the Jokes Told to my Fiancé by My Father as He Grew Increasingly Inebriated Last Christmas C. L. Bledsoe "But all t...

It C. L. Bledsoe 1 Morning comes and we rise so vile our spleens would burst if we didn't empty them on traffic. I go for breakfast and ...

NPR CL Bledsoe She and I have forgotten the angles of each other's bodies, the shock of rough skin rubbing across soft. We fill this fo...

The Pig's Soliloquy 1. Darkness, which is to say the pathetic fallacy that if there were such a thing as Time, He would have nothing bet...

C.L. Bledsoe Seining I should like to flee like a wounded hart into Arkansas. —Oscar...

Painting by Rachel Stribbling I May Be a Bear It is possible that I’ve grown blurred not only around the edges of...

Painting by Wilson J. Ong Night Driving by C.L. Bledsoe The road was deserted. Jim watched the dark forms of the trees pass, thankful for th...