Across A Crowded Elevator

After hours traipsing through churches bogged down with cherubs and crosses and enough gold to filigree the planet, after hordes of us line up to clear the pathetic TSA amateur style provided by the cruise ship, in the elevator, the glass one overlooking the Mediterranean, I spot him.“Professor Robert H. Raskin,” I shout.  He’s at…

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Swai

Ten minutes ago, I dropped youat the airport, and you cried and I staredblankly at the wall above your head, waitingfor the tears I knew wouldn’t fall,not there, not then,not when I needed them to. Now I’m on the road, heading backto the apartment you helped me decorate,and there’s a hole in my stomach,the air conditioner…

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Fred D. White

1. The Confession  “I know that Cheri’s been cheating on me.” I looked at Rod. We were jogging together around the lake. “She told you?” “Fuck no; the bitch is too afraid of me to spit it out.” “Then how—“ “Her face told me. I been with her long enough to tell. No different than…

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Elevator Girl

Red coat. That’s the first thing I see when she walks into the elevator. She’s pretty. She sees me there standing between six others in a cramped elevator. We lock eyes. She smiles. I blush. A scent passes my nostrils. Spring time rain. I envision lying in a field in a soft springtime drizzle. I…

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The Proposal

Once, I had one hundred imaginary dogs and my nursery school classmates decided to have imaginary dogs too. Siddhartha decided to have imaginary elephants instead with names filled with letters strung together like the pretty glass beads my teacher wore around her neck. I liked Siddhartha because he always shared his crayons.Once, Justin, who lived…

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A Foot in the Grave

It felt like I was somewhere I wasn’t supposed to be, like I’d walked into a house that looked like mine, but belonged to someone else. She found me in the kitchen drinking a glass of water. Her eyes welled up and shone bright with what would soon form tears. I was in the right…

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