His shrinking humiliation blistered in the sun. You raise your nose at him but I’ve seen you, I’ve seen you digging trough the dumpsters, hissing at spectators as they laugh at your misfortune. Lean in close and listen to the clicking of the kitchen clock. Maddening, isn’t it? All of your mental calculations are letting [...]

Week or so after Hurricane Hazel, Me, just out of the Navy, no job. Mac, one year out of Walter Reed.   My dad (looking out for us) Bunch Of trees down at Curtis Arboretum, Township needs help cleaning up.   Couple of axes. hatchet, sharpening stone, file and coffee thermos. A two-man bucking saw, [...]

#1 He walks On the road made of nothingness Paved with bodies of dead wishes He walks tacitly Invisibly   I’m pretending to be a Star On his sky To be the Sun and the Moon   He walks Not looking up… Marija Stajic is a writer and journalist who has been published by The New [...]