I am not the dancer with her left foot somehow wedged against the rail. Not the dancer then or eighteen minutes prior as she dashed crying from a building very much alone and mindless and without direction. I’m not her nor surprised as she stumbles into her wedged position on the rail.
I got to Dexter’s house about 6:00 on a warm Saturday October evening. His wife Olivia opened the door wearing red Capri pants that looked new, and a white T-shirt and red sandals. She looked like summer and Christmas at the same time, but as I said, it was fall. She carried two shopping bags and clutched her keys in the hand that held her red purse. I couldn’t tell if she was coming or going.
The villa has small lizards, tokay geckos. Beads for eyes, ghost jade skin, distinctive squawks. At first they […]
I stood in the parking lot of Rudy’s Oil. I hadn’t been to Five Streams since I was a kid. The sky was thin and gray and the air smelled like ice which to me smelled like winter. Across the street was a ratty white walled convenience store called Kings. Tacked to the white wall closest to the sleepy four-way intersection was a hand painted sign that read “Free Coffee While You Play Lottery.”
Since the blindfold outside of Maude’s Crab Castle, everything had been darkness and pain. In the parking lot, a brusque hand forced him into a trunk followed shortly by the sound of a car door closing.
It was sort of surreal the way the whole thing unfolded. We picked up Grandma and Grandpa in […]
My ex came for three weeks and his leaving is overdue so I am going to move but I plan to look out for him and maybe keep my name on this lease if our boys cannot find a ground floor with lots of light and walker accessible. His folks do hospital visits, and call, and he is grateful for that but they do not have space for much else.
Charlotte doesn’t speak Spanish. She took two years of French in high school and, because she thought it […]
We’d planned to have dinner with the Hardaways at a restaurant we’d never been to, a popular new fish place. They had been there a number of times already, enough to be considered regulars and to know which table to ask for, so they made the reservation for four at 6:30.
Around the white tablecloth: men in suits with cufflinks. They order Up Olive, Dry, On the rocks. The […]
The woman learned she couldn’t have children. Her doctor said he was very sorry to tell her this, […]
You worry about the eye, the microphone in it that gathers and transmits daughter sounds. Her infant coos, […]
I’ve been on the front porch looking for my son since the first dark clouds moved in. Mikey’s […]
When the bell rings and the bear pulls Henry through the door and off the stoop, I know it is not me that has been taken because Henry and I don’t have that kind of relationship. That’s not to say I don’t love Henry tenderly, though I wouldn’t call it rapture exactly. I do things differently so he won’t leave. I select, for instance, genial shades of lipstick, blouses with mollifying designs, slacks that say, “My husband’s at the ball game.”
I leave a note for my husband, Robert, on the kitchen counter next to the latest issue of his subscription to Popular Mechanics. The note says I know he’s been sleeping with my best friend, Michelle, and by the way, she’s also sleeping with Mark who lives two doors down. I also write that I’m taking the espresso machine I gave him for his birthday. It was really a gift for me. And p.s.: The Mustang we bought with our savings, it wasn’t stolen. I took it.
“Great hair!” “Thanks.” The standard exchange between Carla and any health shop girl. Girls with names like Jasmine […]
It was morning, and the day was white and soft with a low fog that had started the night […]
Bus Poem 4 Just out of Cheyenne, a Greyhound keeps pace with a VW Bug, yellow, this girl’s suitcase down below, […]
The harp sits in the corner gathering dust, ever since Petra’s dog Maisy got spooked by rustling in […]