[ Mother lies in bed, center stage, under a spotlight.] Director [to twelve-year-old son]: Remember, you’ve been brought in here by your elementary school Guidance Counselor. This woman is also a friend of your mother’s, and she wants you to tell your mother that it’s okay to let go. Your mother’s body is wracked […]
Prose 92
Caitlin Jackson: Swell
I know it is broken as soon as I fall. I know because when I stand there is a lump right away. It is round and heavy like a new laid egg. I remember reading somewhere that that is what happens when you break a bone. The pain is clear. Not complicated like the pain […]
Paul Hansom: Death Between Two Planes
He dies 10.30 their time, 4.30 mine. My cousin calls first with a repeated “I’m so sorry,” the word sorrysorrysorrysorry the only sense she can give me. Herself. As I listen, a freight train blows its mournful horn down in the valley. A bit of blues poetry to soften the onrushing facts: There are few […]