Some Friday night, it might be worth a try: after a glass or two of French, a page or more of some ambitious book, let go into the couch. When you wake up, lights on, at 3 am, not sure just where, or who you are, assume you’ve died, a ghost, for the first time, […]
Poetry
Cynthia Marie Hoffman: Living
The dead come to our dreams to comfort us. Your husband once stood at the edge of the hallway to confess his grief, his long body braced against the wall as if one more step into the living room would dispatch him spinning into the hollow. You took him into your arms. You and your […]
Pat Hull: My body, the master
I can tell by the flow of my piss How high I am Blood sugar wise A slight push with a weak arch 160-200 mg/dL range A slow start with excessive end drips 200-275 mg/dL range I’ve learned to love my body An unconventional friendship Two prisoners of war from different countries Adapting together daily […]
David Landon: Bach, Onomatopoeia, and the Wreck
For all we knew, it was a random chunk of interstellar rock, the rear-end crash that brought us to a halt. Dinner was out, of course, and the Bach too, I realized, feeling it in my neck, and standing there in the rain, examining my totaled car, the guilty driver soaked, in tears. The cops […]
Shane Chergosky: Headwind
? When I think about the story she told me about that I don’t even wanna hurt the guy. I don’t know if I could meet that person and act normal. I remember I did that when I was about 20,21. I didn’t go into CVS with Xunaxi to What a bastard I was . […]