Rejection Letters

Smear The Queer

The rules were — or what happened was — that the ball was tossed up above the group of us boys and whoever grabbed it first ran like hell away from everyone else who chased and tackled him and piled on top. There were those who really liked being chased and those who really liked the tackling.

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Born in Puerto Rico, John Yohe grew up in Michigan and lives in Oregon. He has worked as a wildland firefighter, deckhand/oiler, bike messenger, wilderness ranger and fire lookout. Fiction Editor for Deep Wild Journal. www.johnyohe.com

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