Molly Naylor remembers that night

by | Mar 18, 2009 | Prose & Poetry

That nightI wouldn’t want you to think I’d forgotten that nightI’ve been busyI’ve had shit to do – an appointment on Thursdayfuture ex-husbands to meetand you know, yoga and I’m not fucking with you except for when I’m fucking with youbut I don’t want you to think...

Timothy Bedford has been visiting the sick

by | Mar 17, 2009 | Prose & Poetry

I Enjoyed ThatOn Saturday,the only thing I could do,was wheel you to the cafeand buy you the first hot coffee,you'd felt in weeks.On the way back to the ward,we watched fat rabbits inthe garden.Amidst heavy sloped shoulders,from a half silenced mouth,someone's...

Terry McKee is thinking about quitting smoking

by | Mar 16, 2009 | Prose & Poetry

The Quitter  As a man of moderation and means, my father credited his success to his strict methodology, which he doled out, circumstantially, in rousing sermons, designed to magnify my poor judgment in taking the low road, while highlighting the benefits of...

Roberta Swetlow is studying evolution

by | Mar 13, 2009 | Prose & Poetry

Evolution, with Anna i.Home is where the paths meet at the two trees waving their fingertips above the horizon;shelter, safety, warmth in my belly by sunset if I hurry fast, faster,OOMPH! I reach out –  grasp  a curiosity, a fresh fragrance gowned...

This is how Lani sees you

by | Mar 12, 2009 | Prose & Poetry

and this is how I see you…and this is how I see you from 2000 miles away….. with your back to my face and your heart closed…. 2000 miles away… no out stretched hands no welcoming hug… no smile…. no song…. but across the bed is...

Steph Leal is trying on some green slippers

by | Mar 11, 2009 | Prose & Poetry

Green Slippers We stayed up late at night talking about the Aurora Borealis. Then you mentioned a pair of green slippers you wanted but couldn’t afford to buy, and the next morning, like magic, they showed up in your closet.  You couldn’t stop smiling or wearing...