Every Third Sunday

By Tyler Bigney I visit my grandfather in the nursing home. He doesn’t remember me, calls me by the wrong name and talks about Korea as if I was there with him. This is the third nursing home for him in the past year. The last two released him for talking dirty to the nurses. [...]

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First date

By Tyler Bigney So, she said you’re some sort of writer? I guess you could call me that. What do you write? I write about everything, really. No, she said, I mean, like, do you write poetry or short stories or what? Both, I said. There’s no money in poetry, she laughed. Not at all, [...]

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