June 2021 Writing

Baudelaire’s Spleen

envelops my own resists removal as it settles in my body like a cork-lined room with no exit   laments the souvenir of dusty bouquets proudly displayed roses against a backdrop of baby’s breath whose hope expires as the summer solstice looms in the fog over the...

Elizabeth Packard

Note to readers: While my fictional May story referenced the mc's incarceration in an insane asylum, this story is a fictionalized account of a real historical figure and NOT connected to the prior story. Elizabeth Packard State of Illinois Law, 1851 – 1869: “Married...

Dread is a heartbeat

Dread is a Heartbeat His gut goes ahead, the prow of a ship. We twist in our doldrums. A top winds down and soon all the color [what color?] bleeds out. Quarrelsome riggings clang, whine against the mast. In the metallic future a pewter sky looms and thrums,...

How Buddies Say I Miss You Here

When Nobu video-calls from Prince Edward Island, sounds like birdsong’s in the phone. We talk about our brothers. Mine gone. His almost. We reckon painting those new apartments was pointless. My camera won’t work. His neighbor leaves a peach pie at the end of the...

The Unexpected Sounds of Grief

The Unexpected Sounds of Grief A phone rings and our protagonist rolls over to reach for it on her bedside table. A dog whines, unwilling to be moved from his spot against a warm body in a comfortable bed. A lamp clicks on. But those are not the sounds of grief. Not...

Double Negative

From the rim of the Grand Canyon, Maybe sees the shape of the something the nothing could take. A reserved breath inflates a thin membrane of Dubble Bubble as the dung beetles do backward wheelbarrow races. Knowing she is also being watched, she turns toward the gaze,...

Sunday Walk

Evening, prairie. Sunlight passing. Air a-shift. The breeze a pleasant soft coolness. This hot day tails two weeks of drought and oppressive heat. My thinned hair lifts in celebration. Some kind of change is come. Celebrate. Then, this undertone, secretive within the...

Sometimes bright as moon

Deal with the demonic side of social reality Hoa Nguyen   how to  –– pome art stumbles   splits    ragged a torn heart   demon in         dollars too easy   a fiend in smiling similes   flies a soul scar crawls in cracks   tears...

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