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More Than a False Start

Issue No. 15 ~ August, 1998

He takes me by the arm like a child out of fire-drill formation and kisses me. Another student walks in. “I forgot my lucky pen,” she tells the emptied room. With his back to us, he packs his briefcase. “We’ll go over that material another …

Formation

Issue No. 15 ~ August, 1998

Foggy mornings trainees grew like mushrooms in the company street. They had been regular folks, but now were regular army. They had dreamed irregularly before being drafted, dreamed now regularly of survival in the jungle. The sergeant referred rarely to their individuality and if he …

Counterpoise

Issue No. 15 ~ August, 1998

The winding road stretched far ahead of him. That was what he wanted. The road ahead, yielding to each stride as had the road behind. In the moment of concentration to breathe, to perspire, to strain, without truly straining, to live with the rhythm of …

Into Deeper Sand

Issue No. 14 ~ July, 1998

I held her hand and led her toward the beach, our way along the path through the rushes lit only by the moon, our soft canvas shoes sinking into the deep sand. When we emerged from the tall grass, I stopped to get my bearings. …

Liaison

Issue No. 14 ~ July, 1998

You, my uncurled companion, dream me a story while your body runs rings around mine. Don’t give me a bleak view of the moon. I am not immune to the wind. Nor are the iced highways east and west of here. Bring me a stone …

Undermusic

Issue No. 14 ~ July, 1998

I think it’s too intricate for its own good. But what the hell am I gonna do about it? I mean, no plan that would work would be simple enough to pull off, would it? I don’t know. All I do know is that I’ve …

Inperpetuity

Issue No. 14 ~ July, 1998

The oncoming car wouldn’t stop. Didn’t the driver see me standing in the middle of the road? At any moment, I kept telling myself, he would notice me and swerve. But he didn’t. Closer and closer came the headlights. My eyes squeezed shut to block …

To a Cockroach on an Antique Cocktail Table

Issue No. 13 ~ June, 1998

I see you there, Beauty, mahogany oval, drop leaf wings, spindle legs, every joint so smoothly tongued and grooved you could be all one piece. I wonder that you have no claws, not that it matters. Grandma is eighty-six and nearly blind. Craftsmanship is not …

Professional Care Givers

Issue No. 13 ~ June, 1998

Every time we argue, Arnell and I eat bad. It’s been that way for years. We’re mixed up trying to straighten out. We’re on a new program. It doesn’t really matter what kind of program, does it? I mean, it could be dietary or medication, …

Blessed Silence

Issue No. 13 ~ June, 1998

The man really loved his wife. If only she would stop talking. She never shut up. Never said anything he wanted to hear. She began to talk non-stop about inanimate objects. Then she started to talk to the objects. Especially her miniatures! She started building …