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Read more: A Quickening
by Ann Marie Potter I’ve seen it, shy, loose wrapped in pity,the fear in your eyes.Knowing that what’s caughtme in its yellowing teeth,snarling, tearing, scarring, killing lies in wait for youfarther down the path. To you, I seem to exist in slow motion. But you should know that getting old, is, in so many ways,…
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Read more: The First of June
by Ann Marie Potter When I was young, every year on the first of Junemy mother would pack the car. Sunhats, pillows,Excedrin, stomach medicine, phenobarbital and laxatives. Double checking for her prescription sunglasses,carrying her well-used Rand-McNally like a Bible,she would herd my sisters and I into the last crannies of usable space.“We’re off!” she’d proclaim,…
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Read more: Antonina
by Tara Zafft This morning sipping tea, my husband scanning headlines, saysThe meek shall inherit the dirt. Which, still, to my earsraised on heavy honey Christianity, sounds like sandpaper. Butsitting in my stiff Sunday clothes, I never understood what the screaming preachers meant by inheriting the earth. Because the only meek people I saw were…
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Read more: Christmas
by DS Maolalai they told me they’d beento his place more than once. this old drunk who came by on occasion with no-one to talk to. this was a corner shop winestore.we sold him his vodka— cheap stuff and notwhat he said he was used to in Poland. they were older than me then,though younger…
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Read more: Regret
by DS Maolalai none of us could tellwhy he’d ever gotten married. he talked of life constantly, and especially single life, with the relish of a manpeeling the wax paperfrom a steaming and grease-dripping hamburger. he talked about cocaine—how he dearly missedcocaine. and girls—how he missed the girls so much. it was impressive,if rhetoric interests…
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Read more: Regarding Your New Puppy
by John Grey About the dog.Note its size. Roughly your own.And its energy.Similar to yours.And expended justabove floor level, where you always play.Notice how it follows you, is drawn to you, licks your arm,your cheeks, to follow upon the love it feels.And the way it eats and drinksin such as hurry,as if it can hardly…
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