Monthly Archives: November 2009
Apocalypse
“Where will you be?” He asks: “When?” “At the apocalypse.” He snorts, and rolls his head back. She continues to look at him, unmoving; deadpan. “Oh.” They dangle their legs over the concrete ledge, close to the lapping canal water. … Continue reading
ALONE AGAIN, OR (Excerpt)
It was the usual thing, an estate sale, and the three of us, my mom and my step-father John and me were standing there, conspiring in the hallway of somebody else’s home about how best to rip them off. It … Continue reading
Filed under Fiction
His Cancer and Remission
His Cancer A dead apple drops, lodges itself inside the body. Next morning: grackle outside the window, dog asleep in the closet, dobsonfly rising from the bottom of the Susquehanna. Those contemporary love poems you were so fond of leave … Continue reading
Filed under Poetry
WHEN IT’S SUNNY THEY PUSH THE BUTTON
and the sky through the oval aperture above your head in the form of light that bounces a little then rests on the curved walls and also in the form of whatever colors you can see and maybe if you’re … Continue reading
