By Marc Nash
JANUARY: To see in the New Year and to prevent her head turning and casting a roving eye, I bought her a heavy choke chain necklace
FEBRUARY: For the designated month of love, I splashed out on pearl drop earrings
MARCH: Easter came early this year as did my beneficence, since her egg was a Fabergé one
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By Ed Higgins
A hot summer night walks into a bar and orders a drink. A frozen strawberry daiquiri with lots of crushed ice, she says. She brings with her a slight fragrant scent of roses from outside, and a dusky, green hint of the ripening cornfield across the hiway. A large neglected rose bush outside in a half whiskey barrel sits to the left of the green padded-vinyl door. Its leaves brittle, desiccated petals falling from wilted blooms, stark thorns you could make a halo for Jesus with. [Read more…] about Strawberry Daiquiris
By Michael Fredrick Geisser
“Don’t answer it,” my father said. “If people call at suppertime, they should be ignored.”
My mother said, “Donald, what if it’s one of our friends in need? Someone could be sick or hurt?”
“A rule is a rule, Gloria. Pass me the sweet potatoes.”
“Sometimes you can be so . . .” she said, stopping as she always did before she pushed my father too far. She handed the bowl to my Dad.
My dog Skippy, who was lying under my chair, began to bark and scratch at the rug.
“Shut him up, Steven,” Dad said. “He’s ruining my dinner.” [Read more…] about Flowers
By Jessica Bell
The note on the kitchen counter says, “Meet me in the parking lot.”
I live alone. Have done so for twenty years.
It looks like my brother’s handwriting.
Twenty years ago we had a falling out. We haven’t spoken since. I’ve been thinking about calling him. Touching base, once and for all. Just to say, “Sorry,” really. That’s all. “Sorry.”
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The last time I saw you alive was on the corner of 16th and Mission begging for money which I knew was for drugs. And I thought about the time when we were around 12 or 13 and cooked some hot dogs in my backyard using Kleenex tissues for the fire and wire hangers to hold the hot dogs, but didn’t realize that sparks had caught the fence so that when we returned, the firemen were there, and the only thing that kept us from going to juvenile hall was my grandmother assuring them that our parents would deal with us severely. And I remember that I was grounded for weeks and lost my allowance for months to help pay for the fence. [Read more…] about Steve