Category: Issue 2: Cycles
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Tumble Tumble
After mass, a hasty genuflect,we went straight to the pub.The adults absolved of sin,straight into debauchery. Clutching my rockshandy and chipsI huddled under the table,grease shiny on my fingers. Peat smoke.A fiddle in the corner. Home Later, we piled into the car.Frost on the road.Narrow and winding. The car slips, a figure skater, pirouetting.Turning.Turning again Tumble, tumble,…
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Existential Angst
I gently held my tiny daughter in my comforting arms as she sobbed and clutched my fuzzy robe with all of her might. The dim bedside lamp lit just enough shadows to encourage more sleep. It must have been another nightmare. “I don’t want you to die, Mommy,” she shrieked. I stroked her long, blonde…
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Doomed, Overwhelmed Love
I like her eyes. Her gentle glanceLight brown, warm, and sparkledWith a lingering urge to cry FocusedWhen she embroiders peoniesWith silk threads on her scarf I like only her eyes. Not her lips, her tongue,Her pearl-like teeth when she speaksAnd demands an answer A canny antique dealerBrings me rings, lockets, broochesBut I want her eyes…
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Daughter of the Impending
It arrived in a dream. A premonition wrapped in salt. My grandmother ‘s voice was the anchor on the ship that sailed. She whispered between the winds to warn me, “La mayoría de los sueños son solo eso… sueños; pero los tuyos son advertencias de lo que está por venir.” A whispered warning in weeping…
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Unhinged Happiness
We decided right then to do it. To commit.To rebalance. Something kept striking down, anyway;old hammers on rusty nails—it wouldn’t quit. Our thoughts bent, beveled, broke open:how quickly the dark took us in,said our names like an old friend. So we stopped, right there, yes, tosmell the roses—the iron in each thorn,to tongue the syrup…
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