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The Potato Day Queen

Issue No. 59 ~ April, 2002

As soon as I saw Ruth’s car backing into the driveway I ran out onto the lawn, and when she opened her door I said, “In urban communities it has been the potato which has almost single-handedly brought about the abolishment of scurvy.” Ruth handed …

One Night In August Sang

Issue No. 56 ~ January, 2002

It’s June, in the evening, a little past eight. The day has been warm, with lots of sun. The sky is bright still, but soon a stretching dusk will come. Residual traffic surfs along the main road to the city. Car radios hum. In the …

Free Speech and the End of the World

Issue No. 54 ~ November, 2001

Mario Savio is dead at the age of fifty-three. Winded while moving his furniture into his new home in San Francisco, he sat down at the kitchen table and had a massive coronary. His wife told us at the funeral that he had seemed embarrassed …

Light and Shadow

Issue No. 53 ~ October, 2001

It’s a bright gray afternoon, air vivid and bristling with that light just before a snowstorm. The salt on the sidewalk sparkles beneath Alex’s boots. The rush hour sounds fade as she heads north, cutting across the huge park that bisects the city. An oasis …

The Good Life

Issue No. 52 ~ September, 2001

The Mah Jong Cafe was across the street from the Gulf. Even though it was late October, the sun was warm and the breeze sultry. The waves made little more than a lapping sound that was hard to hear through the passing traffic and the …

Accommodations

Issue No. 51 ~ August, 2001

She had a wooden cockroach, inch and a half long, hanging from each ear, and I told her, “Man, Neena, I can get you the real thing twice that size. We raise them bigger than Rottweilers in here. Nastier, too. You want a breeding pair?” …

The Gift

Issue No. 50 ~ July, 2001

I decided to leave on the day I was given a baby with my bottle of vodka. On a dark January morning we stood waiting in line under the high, blank wall of the factory, under the tall chimney that meant so much to us. …

My Prostitute

Issue No. 49 ~ June, 2001

When I heard the words, “I can’t find your clitoris,” it occurred to me that hiring a male escort had been a stupid idea. I hadn’t slept with anyone in a long time. I hadn’t slept with anyone I liked for much longer. I wanted …

Closing the Gap

Issue No. 48 ~ May, 2001

A spider lives in a crack in my bedroom wall. The crack is highlighted by white smears where ineffectual insect spray has cleaned away the yellow smoke stains. I see the spider most mornings. It goes to bed as I rise. A huntsman that hunts …

Shameless

Issue No. 47 ~ April, 2001

I wish school would start up again. But it’s July and Mom doesn’t believe in summer camp, where I know my best friend Susie’s kissing Jake DeMoe on the mouth. Normally that’s something I could fix during recess at eleven. But the camp they’re at …