by Patricia Zontelli | Sep 8, 2012 | Magazine Article
In a haze, she sees her dead child stand beside her iron bed, linked to her by a tube; in the same instant, Frida feels her heart lifted from her, ticking and dripping, still attached to her body by threads, several flowering veins. She mixes the perfect shades of...
by Karla Huston | Sep 8, 2012 | Magazine Article
The sun rose to meet me late.Pimpled and miserable under July sheets,I had too many brothers with fistslike pistons, a mother who made meiron or dust or leave her alone:she had a headache.My father—who wanted lights out,no Donovan on the radio,no Sunshine Superman at...
by Kinzy Janssen | Sep 8, 2012 | Magazine Article
The hope chest contains what my mother wants me to cherish in the future— lace curtains that lift like a glove at the height of being tossed; a substance bracing itself with an absence. The curtains are pressing in neat squares at the scented heart of a trunk: folded...
by Andrea Potos | Sep 8, 2012 | Magazine Article
It reigned in the center of the downtown square;you could use your actual feet to get there.Most often you arrived on a coffee break, orafter work when you remembered you needednew Fruit of the Loom, a Teflon pan forthat night’s meatballs. You lingered in the...
by Richard Roe | Sep 8, 2012 | Magazine Article
I tap my toes when Mary, on cello, plucks the theme, a scotch-and-soda tune, her song about an evening we can stroll and strut away our aches, her dimples promising salt- laden shoreline breezes; drummer brushes his traps, touches cymbals and rattles; I stand and join...
