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A Full Boil

Issue No. 163 ~ December, 2010

But this night, turnips were her concern, not Allison. “Carrots would be easy,” she grumbled to Warren, “but what could be more hateful than a turnip?”

Treacherous

Issue No. 163 ~ December, 2010

My doctor’s hands felt large, cold. The genius confirmed my blindness, and postulated on shock, senility, psychosis. He and my daughter went on to talk about the big freeze forecast.

A Cloud

Issue No. 163 ~ December, 2010

I plant my feet on the wet-clam ribbing of the shower floor and point my nose towards the nozzle, enjoying the peroxide sting of the water as it collects in my sinuses and chokes me gently.

Coward

Issue No. 161 ~ October, 2010

They walked past those houses whose lots are so small the yards are mostly cars: whose tenants keep their tiny lawns with ancient blades exhibiting their age in the protesting swirls of clippings, in chipping-off paint.

Ruined for All Other Men

Issue No. 161 ~ October, 2010

While she prayed, Christa heard organ music - the sound of a hundred unrelated sounds forcibly coupled together. Behind shut eyelids she registered white blurry hums from the altar candles.

Listening to the Rear-View Mirror

Issue No. 159 ~ August, 2010

On a few late afternoons, she walks to where the earth ends, while her sister from the village that Safiyyah continues to feel taut in her bones watches over the boys, steams their rice [...]

The All of It

Issue No. 159 ~ August, 2010

“Just get rid of it,” she said. “All of it. Empty is always better.  Better than this anyway.” This realtor gave Nora the number for Tillet’s Auction House. This realtor always had a pen. The number appeared in loops on the front of yet another …

Radio, Active Decay

Issue No. 158 ~ July, 2010

The cherries of our cigarettes pulse like exit signs outside the front door, drive away flies.

Lunch on the Grass

Issue No. 158 ~ July, 2010

They won’t ask realistic questions because they will be too shocked with style to fixate on content.