I avoid dressing my own dead. I made it eight years as a mortician before I broke my one, unspoken rule. Thanks, mother. The medical examiner’s report said she died from “blunt force trauma to the head” when her body collided with the packed rock and dirt trail. At fifty, she was surprisingly spry, so […]
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Jac Smith: Benefitting Positions
On Mondays Jane meets with the Rabbi between 2:00 and 5:00, in his bed, at his home, which is walking distance from the synagogue. On Tuesdays she joins the Activist downtown at his floor-to-ceiling, glass-windowed loft that has a full panoramic view of the city. On Wednesdays Jane takes the bus to the university, building […]
Maria McLeod: The Eternal Fall Backwards
I hold his head in my hands, pull it to my chest. O. O of his mouth. Eyes glazed. It’s dark and he didn’t mean to do it. Make out the words, hit and run, man run over. Wanted to kill him. Words of the mouth: pathetic, half human, why don’t I die, why not […]