Or Something Like That
“I’ll see you today,” Susan
said to her baby in the shower, rubbing lather over her still flat
belly. She hadn’t told anyone she talked to the baby. Not Marshall. It
was a secret. Between her and the baby. Shhhhhhh, baby,
don't tell on Mommy. Especially not to Daddy, he already thinks I'm a
Letters to Ray Bradbury
I've wanted to write you a
letter for a long time. I'm a teacher and I almost had my class write
you letters when we were reading The Martian Chronicles .
There are a few Douglas Spauldings in my class. A couple Clarices.
They'd have talked your ear off...
And the dashboard flashing its yellow light/
two miles outside town...
As a girl I wore blue/mittens in the snow, acrylic...
For future air no fine mist/atomized, how rich or lean...
Announcing Our 2013 eBook Contest Winner
We're pleased to announce the
winner of this year's chapbook contest.
nothing holds promise/in
quite the same way as a bomb...
I tried for greens in the
hump of bed/at the foot of my place. Silver-purple legs of kale....
You say lever. I incline. The
front step/contains multitudes....
The ferry took me to the
mountain pass that led to betrayal...
I became interested in the
mechanics of breath...
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