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Fourth of July

Issue No. 52 ~ September, 2001

I’m on the lawn at the Veterans Home. Families wait, anticipating the routine in heaven — a wad of sparks, red-blue-white-yellow-blue-white-red, bop-bop-bop, and the shirr-rr of whistles. One little green beret, dead drunk, asks for part of my blanket. How can I refuse him as …

Spell

Issue No. 50 ~ July, 2001

It was a time when vegetation grew at an astounding rate. We trudged home through waist-high weeds, blinded by dandelion fuzz. Ivy slithered up the walls as we watched. Leaves slipped under screens and pressed against the glass like human hands. We slept. We woke …

Little Meadow Simms

Issue No. 36 ~ May, 2000

Meadow Simms was beat up at school again today. Little Meadow could read minds. The other children called her a witch. She was the shortest girl in the third grade. This morning she looked at Bobby Blue, whose hair was dirty, whose clothes were dirty, …

Zootown, USA

Issue No. 24 ~ May, 1999

One morning at the St. Louis Zoo, the Camel and the Giraffe got to talking. "What the hell are we doing in St. Louis?" the Giraffe asked. "I’m on the outskirts of Riyadh back in ’89," the Camel said, "113 in the goddamn shade. People …

In the City of K

Issue No. 23 ~ April, 1999

I had never been to the city of K. before, having just flown in on business the other night, and so imagine my surprise at seeing my parents, waiting at a bus stop just a few blocks from my hotel. They looked older and more …

The Focus of the Thousand Mile Stare

Issue No. 21 ~ February, 1999

Here’s where I say, “Are you scared, man?” I say it the same way every time, and in one minute we’ll be exiting the door of the aircraft, our weapon bags partially unzipped, with a magazine slapped tightly and carefully into the chamber. Before we …

Communion

Issue No. 21 ~ February, 1999

Mother tucked her ample stomach up under her navel. She rolled the flesh from just above the edge of her pubic area to directly beneath her laboriously hollowed out midriff. My tongue swabbed at its dry cavity as I watched her move out of the …

Homemaker

Issue No. 20 ~ January, 1999

Some people excel at the arts. I excel at the table. Place mats, centerpieces, candles, tablecloths. You’d think I’d be a better homemaker, but what I do well is merely what looks well. I don’t mean to trivialize it. I can make Thanksgiving feel orange, …

A Matter of Belief

Issue No. 19 ~ December, 1998

They told me he died at base camp. Peacefully. But I don’t believe them. It was gruesome; it was violent. Maybe he fell thousands of feet, maybe miles. Maybe his spine cracked from the impact. Perhaps nature’s ragged sculptures of ice penetrated his lust, or …

Fog

Issue No. 19 ~ December, 1998

It was fear that held him prisoner in a flat on the thirtieth floor, and, whether he was working or sleeping, his blinds were always firmly closed against the city that seemed to surround and menace him. For years he had lived this way, placating …