issue 55

Trail

The doe is dead, devoured by hounds. Her bones lie by the river's edge. Curled small, small is never long; her body will grow and cast away the brush that veils her. Her fair spots will fade with time. It's the sparrows that call her to run, to stretch her legs long and flee. But the fawn, she listens to the leaves whispering that it is safe to stay. Read more [...]

Some Things I have Learned That I Would Be Much Better Off Not Knowing

well here I was, facing another locked drawer without a key, and not just metaphorically, although there is that. thinking more crap that you accumulated and left me to deal with; more coins, more stamps, more bills, a neatly rubber-banded bundle of Publishers Sweepstakes entries never sent in but saved because god knows why. Read more [...]

Dear Harvey

I went to your memorial last Thursday but you were not there in your place was an old photo you on your horse full head of poorly cut hair accidentally hip. The woman spoke about energy, afterlife and rejoining your ancestors. While we bowed our heads you reached into your holster drew your revolver and took pot shots. If you didn't want your bronzed baby booties displayed in public you should've mentioned it while you had the chance, cowboy. Published in little bang, Volume 1, Number Read more [...]

My Last Visit

Cold meat covered in thin white cotton. One foot protrudes. Mouth agape, drools silently. Teeth removed, stored neatly on the roll-away table. As if you might get warm, or wake up and need to chew. Sourness—a look or a feeling? I'm not sure. Mislabeled television controls. I'll see what I can do to fix this error. Published in little bang, Volume 1, Number 1, 2008 Read more [...]

Kent

I love you, I told him Meals on wheels didn't come 'til three o'clock He's pissed I love you too, he said, trying to swallow it back down * Rewind, thirty years: Leisure suit and perm aside, Dad's never changed Trouble with women, he says, they just want to be happy He never remarried Thanksgiving with my Mom—Christmas with Dad I came home after college He was an old man * He reads glossy magazines Schools me on pop culture On his 78th birthday he asked for Moby Though lately Read more [...]
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