The Comedian by James Croal Jackson
The comedy club Rob performed at was closed for the next ten hours. He lingered by the door, didn’t have a change of clothes. Here’s to hoping he’ll be able to pay…
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James Croal Jackson
Writing by James Croal Jackson published in Dual Coast Magazine. 3 pieces from the archive, free to read.
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What We Pieced Together About Our Father After His Death by James Croal Jackson
A father needs to have a secret room to do whatever it is that a father does in his secret room, so our father turned the oil-changing pit (six feet deep, eight…
Dickey’s by James Croal Jackson
Dickey was a white-haired humpback with one eye. His place had a small crowd: old men waiting around the bar for younger women to croon a tune on the old karaoke machine;…