“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 a knife. His mother was in her oven mitts with the fleurs-de-lis on the backs and scorched spots on the palms. “Did you know they televised it? Public access. Zoomed…
Welcome to National Poetry Month
Throughout April, we’ll be posting some interesting ways to celebrate and participate in National Poetry month. We just came across this really interactive and playful way to be a part of Poetry Month: RECORD-A-POEM. This lets you record your favorite poem, in your own voice, and share it with others. Check it out: RECORD-A-POEM Also, feel free to share with us your favorite recordings, or…
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 reminds me of the nail I forced like a kiss on a stranger through my hand. I couldn’t write for weeks but God, I could drive south out of town…
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. Lucy cried and Frank held her hand tightly. She drove home, and Frank put his window down and smiled at the white blossoms on the trees, visible from the interstate….
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, not some mythos where, when asked if there were any relatives left in Vienna, my mother said none, when prodded, your grandfather got out, Tante Didi, Wolfie, Ruth survived. Everyone…