February 2015
In this issue
Contents
A Curious Thing Happened
If she had known what lay in store for her that day, she might have worn better shoes. She had squeezed her feet into narrow…
The Nighttime Crossing
There was finally a moonless night when Andrew drove his car to Sandy Point and boarded the last ferry of the day to the Eastern…
The Visit
Garland Breazeale was the last lawyer remaining in the courthouse’s library. Of course, “library” was a generous description for the cramped space in the building’s…
Long Before The End of The World
It’s under my skin, spread out like a thin layer of drying pus between the transverse ligaments of my forearms the ropey muscles that pit in the backs of my knees
The Dust Eater
She squats by the sluggish cerise tinged river Under a heavily laden tree with debauched fruit
Mother Drinks Wine on Thanksgiving
Mother, out of the nursing home for Thanksgiving, skeletally osteo-arthritic at ninety-two, smacks her thin lips at the first taste of white wine like Priscilla, Queen of the Wine Harvest;