Denouement by Sarah Russell
“Denouement” by Sarah Russell The movers are here this morning. Only things with yellow post-its, I tell them. I find my long lost earring behind the couch. Probably landed there that night we couldn’t wait to get upstairs. I put it in my pocket, wonder if I kept the other one. I divide the sterling service for eight into two sets of four – Solomon solution of no use to either of us for dinner parties....
Parallax by Jeanette Miller
“Parallax” by Jeanette Miller Here’s where we part. Without question you walk your same, sure pace into the dark, its walls a comfort. Alone in this difficult light I’m stumbling without familiar boundaries. In the distance ivy adheres to a wall, an insistent cover of green. Did you assume I’d continue to walk beside you, providing a shadow? I lean into mine as if it were water. Each movement changes the...
The Cage Is Open by Margaret Chula
“The Cage Is Open” by Margaret Chula and Billy and Cooey are flying around the upstairs room in our Kyoto house—parakeets entrusted to us by an English couple leaving Japan. The birds are lovers and we awaken to their crooning in the small tatami room. Lovers, too, we lie beneath layers of futon, snow dusting the roof tiles. Parakeets are birds meant for sunshine and palm trees where all day they dart in and...
Aura by Ginny Rachel
“Aura” by Ginny Rachel I was perhaps four when I first saw the colors and stood in the gigantic spiral- shaped sprawling church lost someplace deep in my past. A haloed glow hovered around plain-robed priests. I asked and was told, “We don’t discuss the lights.” These men glowed white from no source, and were shadowless. The wide-open space was dim,...
Reception by Meghan Giles
“Reception” by Meghan Giles Liquored, you drive us while the other couples are honeymooned in their hotels. That rose bouquet I caught, dying, already, and we pass the spot where you pulled over and hit me, hit me next to wildflowers and tar. How my tin can bruise has bloomed like bluebonnets outgrown of soil skin, a handful of bluebonnets, a yellow yarrow, two prairie larkspurs, pressed between tissue, a...
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