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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 …

Avarice

Issue No. 12 ~ May, 1998

A guy, a girl, and seven unopened bottles of water.

Food

Issue No. 3 ~ April, 1996

I was sitting in the cafe, reading and killing time. At the table to my right sat two girls, their frenetic conversation/meal punctuated with exuberant bursts of laughter. At one point, I turned my head just in time to see a piece of food leap …

I Know What I’d Like to Drive a Nail Through

Issue No. 3 ~ April, 1996

I saw him walking on campus. He was about 30 feet ahead of me, dressed in khaki pants and sandals, walking like a stupid Jesus. He knew I was behind him, but he was pretending he hadn’t seen me. It had been two full days …

Internal Affairs

Issue No. 3 ~ April, 1996

I think it be thine indeed, for thou liest in’t. Shakespeare, from “Hamlet” (V, i, 124) I told him to go and pick up the money at the bus station. And I guess he got shot. Hell, how would I know what happened? I don’t …