Zygal: H-formed as in yokes, unions. Ours xanthic against a rusty wall and ten rungs tall, the very ladder of our decade. Untether that wood, your word. Take back better, worse, sickness, health. Remove the…
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Your Goddamn Favorite by Rachel Lyon
“Saw you on TV,” she said from the kitchen doorway, meatloaf in both hands. Charlie was barefoot in a towel, ultra conscious of his body odor which cut the smell of meat and onions like…
287 South by Zachary Lundgren
Took us out of town, out to the hills and barns and acres stretching beyond our eyes. We never knew where the properties stopped but the split-rail fence on the side of this gravel road…
Briefly Luminous Against the Dark by Stephen Ornes
A few weeks before Frank’s 80th birthday, he and Lucy visited a young doctor – nearly a generation younger than their own children – who said Frank had Alzheimer’s and things could get bad, fast….
Silent Movie
To rearrange the actors again and want life to imitate art, to want my mother to stop batting her eyelashes and lying upon the train tracks. To want the truth and not some family folklore,…