Her skin seeps like soup.It’s not a perfect Revlon match,Oils jumping toward the waiterFor a glass of water and the entréeHasn’t even arrived to save her.Do you remember your mum’sFirst sweat at fifty, like a…
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Peek-A-Boo Enterprises
Job description: Individual needed for adult baby-themed store where clients can purchase adult-sized diapers, bibs, pacifiers, and other products, as well as purchase special-themed events. Duties include, but are not limited to, feeding, burping, playing…
The Crossing
Every morning, before the sun or just after the sun has come depending on the season, I sip my coffee and watch the men push the cart. They are going uphill in a hurry, up…
What is Remembered, Lives
We pushed an air conditioner strapped to a metal dolly all the way uptown. We opened two bottles of beer by the window, sat cross-legged on an unfolded yoga mat, tapped the cold tips together …
A Nearness that Sustains
My wife’s hometown of Woodview, Pennsylvania lies an hour west of Centralia, a place we pass on the drive in from John F. Kennedy Airport. “It’s been on fire for over sixty years,” Amber explains….