The time machine first arrived during the summer. I was outside, mowing the lawn, when it insinuated itself into the shrubbery. The time machine was a tall yellow cylinder, like a can of pop someone had stretched. I remember it smelt like the carpets at my grandmother’s house, which I had crawled across as a…
He is one hundred years full of Atlantic cold water,He twists inside currents revelations of ice,He soft kisses facefirst the bulkheads of wetrustThe slowdance of years in the blackness of space. A waterlogged astronaut face dark with eyerotHe is bones only connected by an idea of lifeHe doesn’t have ears to register first creakingsOf the…
In display tanks lit an impossible blue, divers give tentative thumbs-up,dogfish are stroked and fed.On the bench, a couple hissing in Italian,cast their tanned arms again and again into the gloom.Suddenly, a gasp of English –What do you want?That.She spits and points at my heavy bump,then rises, heels treacherous on the stairs.He whispers an apology…
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When he was done arguing he went to the barn, he had a wrenchcrooked under his left arm.(He’d been fixing the tractorbefore the fight began).The sow shuffled, idle in her stall.He paused a moment, he put his wife’sface on the sow and the sow’sface on his wife.When he was done beatinghe scooped the sausage meat…
I was lying alone in a double bed, doing terrible things to a pair of knickers. The house was the student house of White’s girlfriend – the room an absent house-mate’s. Every few minutes an ambulance would roll past in the night, turning the room into a silent disco, red and blue. Whenever this happened,…
Turning the pamphlet’s well-worn and underlined pages,in the soft green waiting room,comparing bellies; yours ripe and ready,mine a dream-filled pillow. Choosing the one, that was hard,the right one, my ideal other,the right hair, right eyes.Everything must be perfect for baby, The plan meticulous,your home towna twenty-five minute drive,just over the state line. Our meeting “Hey,…
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It was Lo in the morning? No.It was high in the morning, higherstill in the afternoon, chasing butterflies’reflections, the higher hire of his lowing. His ass in jail, he put a spin, spun a tailthat followed him right up his end.His story makes me pukenlaugh.He stole my this, he killed my thatWhat bull! That stupid,…
You’re eighteen and have just finished your first semester at an expensive liberal arts college in Vermont. You’re back in Minnesota for Christmas. Your parents are sixty miles away at the outlet mall, buying discounted Gap hoodies for your many cousins. You refused to go, claiming a sore throat. It’s twelve fifteen. You have just…