July 2014
In this issue
Contents
In Bloom
The azaleas died every winter, and every spring Asha would extract the brittle bushes and plant a new set in the same bed. Her husband,…
The Bookseller
I suppose that it seems rather extraordinary that I have spent my entire life surrounded by stories but have never before been tempted to pen…
A Long Haul
They pulled Leona away from Ted’s open casket and accused her in loud angry whispers of laughing during her husband’s viewing. Leona’s cardigan was bunched…
The Fruits of Halabja
children who had eaten breakfast with their mothers took their supper with their ancestors.
A Welcome Note to the Edible Boy
Atop the flashy designation Quivering, is my name in bold
August, 42nd
There is no relief, no getting over this heat, so I settle down and stare into the sky
Classicism beneath the glass
Disparate fragments flew from their frames A memory or a moment lost
The Addict
I took you out to dinner to celebrate Your upcoming Rehab stay. I took you out to dinner to comfort You when you missed the train.