Category Archives: Daniel Crocker

Mania Makes Me A Better Poet

. Mania Makes Me A Better Poet By Daniel Crocker   I paced up and down the front porch on a rare, cool Missouri night. “The government wants me to take pills,” I told my wife. She asked why, but … Continue reading

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It Ain’t No Lie, Baby

. It Ain’t No Lie, Baby By Daniel Crocker . My first boyfriend killed himself. We didn’t call ourselves boyfriends, but we went to the movies together, went to dinner together, and had a lot of sex. Part of the … Continue reading

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