It happened so fast, the time between strikes the rock so near I don’t remember how it found its way to my hand. My dog yelped, his blood on your mouth. You refused to die,…
Browsing Category Poetry
The Night Fishermen of the Chester River by Amanda Hempel
At 10:00, they turn up at the bridge hair white around the ears, skin pooling around their eyes dark like water. They cast out a line, wait, reel back in, cast out. Each gives the…
Blue Kitchen Floor by Amanda Hempel
Our apartment in Stockholm had a blue kitchen floor, or so I am told. I was three when they brought me back to America, where both my parents were born. I wanted my blue…
The Sun’s Going Down by Clifton Bates
It’s getting dark, the sun’s going down. Winter’s around the corner. Fields are turning brown. Won’t be long I’ll be a skeleton hobbling around trying to type with boney fingers carrying a cranium full…
What Happened by Clifton Bates
The snowball hit the baby The mortar missed the father But the snowball hit the baby. Image by: Nigel Wedge