Cane Hung
Wooden cane hung
on wooden fence –
old man had to blow
his nose, needed
two hands for the job.
If he crooked his cane
across his elbow,
it would tumble
to the ground, distant ground
where he’d
Wooden cane hung
on wooden fence –
old man had to blow
his nose, needed
two hands for the job.
If he crooked his cane
across his elbow,
it would tumble
to the ground, distant ground
where he’d
I left the front door to discover what ended up being a 1944 John Deere B tractor parked in the gravel driveway. Not that I’m a tractor guy. I’m not a farm implement,
She used her old Brownie camera on us. Something was wonderful that I didn’t understand. The camera had been in her family since the 1930s. I’d never seen my mother look comfortable with complicated contraptions. But that day she had perfect
Did I ever tell you about the time I did mushrooms at Disney World? It was actually pretty boring. Alex is examining his nail beds under a curl of cigarette smoke. It’s easy to playact maturity out here as the day seeps beneath
“It ain’t what they call you; it’s what you answer to.” ― W.C. Fields
We might deny it, but most of us don’t like who we are. Maybe we pretend we’re someone else. Maybe we don’t know, or, maybe we just don’t care. Take me for instance.
Guy usually gave the big “Nigerian” Tamil prata-maker at Har Yasin a little rabbit-chopping massage when he came in for take-out. Two-three minute vigorous hammer made the fellow grimace, but easy to tell he was the better for it.
If you haven’t watched this on YouTube, you
Nonfiction
Rain pelted the window as I sipped my mango smoothie, feeling homesick for Seattle, where the skies are always gray and rainy.
Seattle tap water is delicious. It tastes best if you forego a cup and drink straight from the faucet. I drink
This magic moment is made for democracy. It gave White America another chance to do right by Black women and legitimize their claim of democracy. Additionally I would be remiss if I failed to acknowledge that this is a transcendent moment that honors
it is not a double-dog dare
to see this wide-eyed world anchored by
hat tricks between men in Iran
the bright blue branched wig and ochre overcoat cannot
shield your hushed hurry
you crisscross the arena’s entrance
Say there’s an accident, a wreck I’m in
but didn’t cause. Say I hit my head, hard,
and see a blinding bafflement of stars
I can’t blink away. Say I try to stand
but dizziness sits me back down. I wait
wobbling
“Sometimes When we Touch” by Dan Hill drifts from the speakers in the waiting room. I have to look up the singer because I’ve forgotten, if I ever knew his name at all.
Tuning out the sappiness is impossible. I can’t focus on anything else as
There were never many trains for us to take
and most are long gone by now.
The big arrivals board is blank. Or broken.
The help desk went dark hours ago.
That scruffy local crosses the decrepit hall
for another quick one at the bar.
He seems
Below the footbridge, traffic was an endless wave. Sarge fragged a bottle over the chainlink. It landed in the crusher of a passing garbage truck, shattered.
“Your ride is here, don’t miss it,” he said, cocking a thumb at the receding machine.
I
Julia Forrest is a Brooklyn based artist. She works strictly in film and prints in a darkroom in her apartment. Her art has always been her top priority and in this digital world, she continues to work with traditional wet film processing. She prefers
1. We weren’t supposed to be home, both of us feigning sick, underwear down around some of our ankles. Senior year. Promises made to love each other forever.
2. Morning announcements interrupted by the turning on of TVs, the large boxes anchored to
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When I awoke, I realized that both my contact lenses and my mother were missing, although at first I was far more concerned about the contact lenses. After all, without them how much more difficult would it be to find my Mom, not to mention our
It’s New Year’s Day and the streets look hungover. In the backseat, Malcolm and I have loaded in our French artist friends, Bullet and Stephen. They hold hands and mutter romantic bits we’d like to understand and mutter. Love talk in English
We are born, buried for a while, then spring up just as everything
is closing. ~ John Ashbery
Judges marched backwards up the steps. I saw it was time to question the trees. Now all the leaves lie brown in the ditch. Girls gone. The newly shoed horses
heat wave day. a marriage proposal between the moth and the windowsill. it hovers an inch in the air. trapped between peeling ledge and rigid wall of blinds — a suffocating union.
he, humanoid, topless, wilts in the hot centre of the room. like the