Cremation

A black drape flutters before my face or is it a heavy veil of smoke   while offering prayer for a friend following a cremation.   Let the dark pall shield my eyes dim my mind from knowing the process of immolating a beloved soul, flesh, bones.   While Jewish law forbids cremation I ask further how a family rights …

Second Opinions (after the visit)

Doctor’s words swam around her head like moths, and for a minute she couldn’t breathe. Leaving the cracker-white medical arts building she drove directly to the fast, cold river and dove in. There, standing in waist deep water she reached down to the stony bottom and began flipping rocks. Within ten minutes she had collected a handful of squirming, segmented …

They Were Jumping

They were   j u m p i n g   rope double dutch they called it. two skinny black girls   with legs the size of toothpicks   and mouths that could be heard from one end of the block to the other   and I wondered   What it would be like to have a sister.   Karamo …

After the War

The night was yellow. A city of light bulbs, ready to blow out. At the top, the Ferris wheel stopped sharply with a rust-covered clank heard across the park, and a woman screamed. Couples held hands a little tighter. A white-bearded man with missing teeth said it was the end of the world.   Meredith Boe Meredith Boe is a …

Promises

The setting is in and around Harvard Law School, 1973. It’s a Sunday afternoon. Although I should be spending my time working on my law review article, I sit in the library writing a note on reasons for ending my life. Phil, my editor, is near me in Langdell Hall. I finish my note and show it to him. After …

The Thud of Escapement

It comes to me in the watch museum. It’s weights, hammers and gears. Action, reaction. The thud of an escapement. The dominoes of a story.   I stand inside a pocketwatch and lose myself to inevitable design.   A plan well engineered leaves nothing to emotion but the joy of cog after cog, falling in track, ticking toward the unalarmed …

Palette

I strut into Sephora—a large makeup store—“just to look” and come out with lipstick: matte mauve, glittering nude, a glossy green, daring, my mother claiming it makes me look ill, zombified, ridiculous. But I felt powerful, rebellious, a different me. I attribute her reaction to how the green lipstick looks compared to my Caucasian complexion that my friend Karl refers …

You Can’t Go Home Again

1 Returning to their home town after 25 years was surreal. They got lost trying to get to the high school. The ice cream stand they worked in was now a dry cleaners, while Old Smith’s Farm was gone altogether.   2 Looking at the photos posted by George the old swimming hole back home is now a fancy water …

James Everett

Hymn for Plenty   I believe in keeping what I want, in dropping everything, the briny taste of the sunset yolking the raw meat of the trees.   I believe in throwing the baby out, the jimson weed rolled tight, waiting for moonlight, for a smoke, a lithe trellis to tendril the air.   I believe in leaving it all …

Flashbird: Snared Chosen Edge

Contemplate the smooth surfaced speech, frisk the word, stride, run, fall to overhear the dried rustle, a keyboard presses itself.     The bell rings, the cat wafer, arid pudding, drive deep on the artery, jelly rushes out from the bush, clings, map to life.     The tones, metronome tink, how do I call for you? a word fitted …

Greg Moglia, Featured Author

Mother Never Cries   Come over she says I’ll make you a tuna fish sandwich Lunch with Mother who lives in black and white Black – Uncle Ado –Cheap bastard – money to him was everything Black – her friend Nina banished –She sent her sister away to a nursing home   Those in black were dead but no tears …