The Siege of Ennis by Eileen O’Leary
“The Siege of Ennis” by Eileen O’Leary Bernard and his daughter, Cathy, are visiting his childhood home. He has decided he wants the place. His sister, Agnes, lives here. His sister, Marian, has traveled here and wants it for herself. This excerpt is Bernard and Agnes in ACT II. BERNARD You’re going to throw it all away. The last bit of it. The last crumb. Could you not be satisfied to leave me a...
Her American Life by Sokunthary Svay
“Her American Life” by Sokunthary Svay She prays to her altar, says God but means something else. The incense hangs in the room like her ancestral spirits. Cambodian karaoke blares through the steel door. In the hallway, neighbors mistake it for Chinese. Down the elevator, Spanish speakers pretend she can’t understand “Filipina.” Jehovah’s Witnesses ring on weekends. She holds her breath until their voices...
Untitled [the dark knows this] by Jennifer Patterson
“Untitled [the dark knows this]” by Jennifer Patterson The dark knows this (1), the lap-fuls of minutes ‘til eyes shut, the way the throat feels blocked and gutted at the same time. Deep in the belly of a well. There is an absence fingers know, a leaving. Fingers try to grip. Where it’s wooded, where it’s windowless, where the quilt has weight, where a body lies, where a body leaves. Where a lake is still...
Stones by Michel Wing
“Stones” by Michel Wing Virginia walks into the river with stones in her pockets. Smooth stones, river stones, small enough for hands. I drive to the ocean with nothing in my pockets. No name, no wallet, no place to put my hands. She knows the river, she knows why she is there. I am somewhere near the Pacific, a cliff, a highway. Why am I here? Fatigue, that’s all it is. Enough. She writes, I can’t...
Stealin’ from the Dead by K. Bruce Florence
“Stealin’ from the Dead” by K. Bruce Florence Mommy moved in with us about a week ago. Seems the coal company boys is about tired Of the widow women filling up all the houses Along the dusty row moving on up the holler. I had to take her to the doctor today, but When we got back that thievin’ Bobby Ray had Filled his truck with Orville’s tackle box and fly rods. Orville thought the world of his precious gear....
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