Analytic Beditation

I’ll look for you at that place between the dirty flame of evening, it’s temple to oblivion, and the milky solution of dawn where extremes meet and get to know each other all over. There are lips there that fit together, silk sky touching coarse waves. There’s a field there where the grass is too full of reflections of the …

Rich Ives, Featured Author

The Secret   oh my aging starlet in the butter bread me with hyphens wide- eyed and strained of wonder without reason   when I need help I go to sleep there is no school for this aged persuasion   certainties: perishables doubts: fertility   a string tied to my reasoning   like tiny aggressions pouring forth from the military …

Apprehension

He doesn’t notice the small flying thing with the stinger at the end of its thorax fall into the opening of his soda can.   So he picks it up chugs the syrupy sweet   and the flying thing’s stinger impales itself in the wall of his esophagus.   He might as well have licked an electrical outlet; replaced his …

2 pm Standing Meeting

  They met every other week on Tuesday afternoon at 2:00 pm. He wondered where the term “standing” came from.  Regular, he supposed, immobile. They sat around a long oval table made of dark wood veneer.  Printed agendas were constructed with care, divided by action and discussion items. He was often light-headed at these meetings.  Maybe it was the lunch, …

Carrie Tolve

Barbie Underwear   Most say girls stop playing with Barbie when their friends do. I didn’t because I was the older sister and our attic, renovated in creams and whites, had become a plastic heaven.   I stopped when my sister held a Tommy doll to Barbie’s bare breast in front of mom and attested to knowing that this was …

9/11 is a word now.

Children huddle in front of glowing TV boxes and are told to pray by pale godless people who look like cigarettes. Hatred is a hard thing to comprehend at this age. Turns out, so is God. So instead some stare at or through or into the scene before them and feel simply             happy to be here- huddled in this …

At the Bottom of the Ocean

Each day he chooses which view the dome’s artificial windows will show him. At the press of a button he can be in the middle of the desert, or overlooking a square in Paris, or surrounded by high-definition rainforest. Most often though, he chooses the marina. He likes to watch the sun ease up over the horizon as he sets …