This is the latest in Meg Tuite’s Exquisite Quartet. To go to the column page, please click here. Claudia kept falling. The coarse chunk of a rope was too damn loose. Why didn’t they have some manual on how to hang yourself? She was standing on the bathtub with the noose dangling from her neck […]
Two Poems by Mel Bosworth
February 8, 2012 by 1 Comment
Woodshop I’ve made my marks on the wood. I’ve counted all my fingers. You say balloons are invaluable. I suggest radishes. There’s something about grandchildren. I mean, I wonder whether points in time can grow legs. I wonder whether the face of a clock has ever seen hopscotch. There’s chalk dust all over your fingers. […]
“Prime” by Justyn Harkin
February 6, 2012 by 1 Comment
Friday nights in high school we used to drive out to where Sutton becomes Neltnore for bonfires and drinking parties. We never got caught. Nothing out there but bluestem and prairie flower, and anyway a giant boulder on the west side of Route 59 obscured our revelries from the road. In the firelight we’d drink […]
“How to Build A Human Child from Spare Parts” by Matthew Burnside
February 3, 2012 by Leave a Comment
gather your parts, any old junkyard components may vary: soft squishy head, two coats flesh, its mother’s eyes assemble in the school of fire solder limbs, wind torso—tighter than without constant pressure subject could learn self-repair, cultivate wings, muster flight, i.e. the systemic sin of rising spit for blood, springs for heart valves weld shut […]
