Ink Node: Ryan MacDonald

to be read aloud with a lisp

2010-03-30T17:19:41-07:00

The teapot steamed and stood steaming for some time as teapots will do without the assistance of someone removing them from the stoves where they sit. I got up from the position I was in to pour a cup and scalded my friggin finger. I ran water over it. I...

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pit

2009-11-11T08:47:48-08:00

Today I elbowed my way into a crowd of onlookers. We stood staring down into an enormous gulf, or gorge, I forget which. I asked the woman next to me what we were looking at. She bit into a potato as though to end its suffering. She looked...

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Doe a Deer

2009-05-04T17:58:02-07:00

Behind our house, at the foot of a hill, the woods begin and then stretch on for miles to a creek where my sister and I sometimes wade. My father positioned a salt lick down near the foot of the hill in order to catch sight of the...

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Preservation

2009-05-04T17:47:32-07:00

I woke up freezing in the cab of my pick up truck. I could tell by the light loom of blue in the sky it was a sluggish dawn. I sat up and saw that I was in the desert, and certainly not near any road. The desert was flat...

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Crawdad

2009-05-04T17:39:59-07:00

I caught a crawdad in the creek and scrambled through the woods to show my mother who was washing dishes in the kitchen. I could not breathe when I found her there and so lifted the crawdad well above my head for her to see. She smiled and brought down...

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