Burning And Dodging – Julie Wittes Schlack
Wednesday, April 6, 2011 13:37 — 1 Comment
Let me take off my glasses. Otherwise they’re going to glare something fierce in this light. And besides, they make me look ridiculous on camera, like the Wizard of Oz in Drag. Okay. Ready. So when was the first time I met Robert Capa? He was hanging around the set of Notorious, taking publicity stills of Ingrid and Cary Grant, though really it was just an excuse for him to be with Ingrid without anyone catching on that they were having an affair. In fact Hitchcock made this whole big show of introducing them to each other as if they’d […]
Routine – Erik Hanson
Tuesday, March 29, 2011 14:11 — 4 Comments
Monday I arrive at work to see Steve standing next to the window looking out rather than sitting at his desk. His face is drawn tight. I drop my things off in my cubicle and ask him if anything is wrong.
A Chocolate Calculus – James Brantingham
Tuesday, March 15, 2011 14:47 — 6 Comments
I sat down on the back porch, a too short message in my hands—no road ahead, none behind, just the view of my back yard fence.
The Descent – Lis Anna
Tuesday, March 8, 2011 13:47 — 1 Comment
The prince who awakened me from my slumber was not my husband.
The Faithful – Lindsay Lennox
Wednesday, March 2, 2011 12:26 — 0 Comments
Bad cover bands playing in bars with shitty sound systems are a priesthood, you think to yourself while stepping over the wires tangled at the edge of the stage.
Room 4-B – Margaret Pritchard Houston
Tuesday, February 22, 2011 12:10 — 0 Comments
There is a brightly colored bulletin board on the wall. Each letter of the alphabet is cut out of construction paper and stapled against the electric blue background. Under each letter is a picture – A for Alligator, B for Bear, C for Cockatiel. All of them are animals. Under X, a stag stands patiently, a square object over its midsection, revealing curving bones. X for X-ray. Outside, the leaves flash white undersides – it is windy, threatening to storm – in the pale security lights around the window. Behind the trees, the sky shows the first signs of the […]
The Last Eye-In-The-Sky – James Brantingham
Thursday, February 10, 2011 15:07 — 3 Comments
Ray was the last “Eye-In-The-Sky†Traffic Reporter. Traffic cameras and the internet had put him and his kind out of work at last.
Van Gogh’s Shoes – James Brantingham
Thursday, February 10, 2011 14:49 — 0 Comments
A 1959 Plymouth Fury leans heavily onto Market Street from 17th – bumpers sagging, suspension shot, carburetor clogged, body bent and chrome peeling off like flesh after a July sunburn. The driver is too young to understand the angst attached to this garish horizontal impersonation of an idealized rocket.
Watermelon Heaven – James Brantingham
Thursday, February 10, 2011 14:45 — 4 Comments
The crossroads on Mexican Highway 15 sit worn out and creased at a wide spot on the road just like a folded crease on a map.
The answer isn't poetry, but rather language
- Richard Kenney
