My guide, bringing up the rear, led me on by not correcting how I went. Image by: Fikret Onal
Browsing Category Poetry
Cicadas by Chelsea Henderson
It darkens. The sun drowns in the horizon and never resurfaces, leaving us to our hands and lips beneath a charcoaled sketch of sky. Azaleas in white for the occasion, wine humming in our glasses…
Noah’s Wife by Marianne Kunkel
But with thee I will establish my covenant; and thou shalt come into the ark, thou, and thy sons, and thy wife, and thy sons’ wives with thee.—Genesis 6:18 Butter knife still clenched in one…
Keep Away by Marianne Kunkel
It was a rare family vacation at the beach and we hadn’t brought surfboards, bucket or shovel. My kid brother, who’d vowed to his friends he’d come home with a tan, dropped his t-shirt in…
To Pee or not to Pee by Marianne Kunkel
I’m a master at holding it—in movie theaters, when I’m in a center seat of an elbow-to-elbow row and on screen is outer space or an underground tomb, an image so dark I can’t see…