We use italics
to put electricity into words.
Then we plug lamps
into the words.
That’s how we light our homes.
Really.
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Ron Padgett ~ And Truly
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Michael Putnam ~ Sharing Space
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.The pain came from the zip tie around
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Zachary C. Solomon ~ Old Country
It was sort of surreal the way the whole thing unfolded. We picked up Grandma and Grandpa in Mom’s Honda Odyssey. Grandpa was wearing a plaid short-sleeved shirt tucked into khakis. He had some stubble on his cheeks which pricked when I kissed him
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Girija Tropp ~ 3 Fictions
HANGNAIL
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
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Andrew James Weatherhead ~ Shipping and Handling
Charlotte doesn’t speak Spanish. She took two years of French in high school and, because she thought it would be funny, a year of Latvian in college to satisfy a language requirement, but it wasn’t funny and she got a C. The professor looked at
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Glen Pourciau ~ Table
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
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Stefanie Freele ~ Well-Dressed Executives
Around the white tablecloth: men in suits with cufflinks. They order Up Olive, Dry, On the rocks. The waiters, many of them students, keep to the periphery, watching signs of low scotch, the tinkle of ice. Food is eaten or ignored. It is the drink
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Maddie Clevenstine ~ There Was Something Growing
The woman learned she couldn’t have children. Her doctor said he was very sorry to tell her this, and patted her knee, and looked at her thoughtfully, like her inability to have children was a puzzle, or her condition was an interesting bit of information he could tell the other doctor’s staffed at the hospital, and they could all have a laugh over the poor woman and her poor, ill-formed uterus.
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David Ryan ~ Barcarole
You worry about the eye, the microphone in it that gathers and transmits daughter sounds. Her infant coos, the soft rustle, cry, unrecoverable gasp—the dread deep stillness. Every day with her in your new life is a scratch of light in some future
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Susan Henderson ~ Fish with Bent Fins
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Jessica Alexander ~ The Bear at the Door
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.”
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Kerri Quinn ~ Rico
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.
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Merran Jones ~ Curls
“Great hair!”
“Thanks.”
The standard exchange between Carla and any health shop girl. Girls with names like Jasmine or Skye or Willow. Girls who munched chickpeas and trotted around the globe in an absent-minded way.
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Lydia Copeland Gwyn ~ Half Moon
It was morning, and the day was white and soft with a low fog that had started the night before in the treetops and slowly shrugged to the ground. Our water line had frozen, which happened a lot in the winter. So many days we walked behind our
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Aaron Brand ~ Three Poems
Bus Poem 4
Just out of Cheyenne, a Greyhound keeps pace
with a VW Bug, yellow, this girl’s suitcase
down below, full of matches, bubblegum,
pink socks, cigarettes
and studded leather belts.The punch of sunrise wipes
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Gail Louise Siegel ~ Betrayed
The harp sits in the corner gathering dust, ever since Petra’s dog Maisy got spooked by rustling in the cornfield. A possum? A snake? Petra had reached down to calm the marble-eyed wolf-shepard mix she’d coddled from a pup, and lost of a chunk
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Tiff Holland ~ Candy Striper
Mom had already signed me up to be a candy striper by the time she and O’Toole picked me up at Robinson Memorial.
“You need to think about those less fortunate,” she said, as I scratched at the stitches on my wrists. “You need to think of someone other than yourself.”
I knew that what she actually meant was that I needed to think about her. She didn’t know just how much I thought of her, her nightly calls during my depression in which she presented theory after theory regarding what was “wrong” with me. When I wasn’t studying, all I thought about was other people: people I’d let down, people who were sure I could do better, people who wanted me to dress, speak and act differently, my ex who wanted me to drop out of college six months before graduation so we could buy a house for a family we wouldn’t end up having.
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Pamela Painter ~ Off Stage
The first day of Playwriting 320, I open the door to the classroom and nod hello to fourteen students with expectant faces, weird garb, new tattoos. Earlier today, I considered asking my TA to pass out my syllabi, make introductions, assign homework. I considered not leaving my sister’s hospital room where any day or week now she will surely die. But a professor herself, she insisted that everything flows from a first class. “Go. You need to be there,” she said. “Get the fuck out of my room and give them grief,” then she coughed a laugh I couldn’t echo. When the meds again pulled her under, I made sure the nurse had my cell, then I headed to campus three miles away, the mobile of glass birds for her birthday next week chirping in the back seat. I’m thinking of giving it to her later today.
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Fae Dremock ~ The Flyover
Ann smelled the elephant before she saw it. Then a mud-grey foot swung past and just ahead, landing to her left. The drover passed, and the tail of the elephant whisked out in front of her, stinking of loose bowels. Ann stopped beside the fruit
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Ann Colley ~ Seed-Time
Excerpt from The Odyssey and Dr. Novak
There are in our existence spots of time,
Which with distinct preeminence retain
A renovating Virtue …
(Wordsworth The Prelude)ENGLAND 1946–1953
This is where the odyssey begins, or where I imagine it commences. The time is a warm English summer afternoon in 1946. The place is the front garden of the Unitarian parsonage situated in a modest town barely six miles north of Manchester. Holding my six-year-old hand is Dr. Novak, the head of the Unitarian movement in Czechoslovakia.