The Return by Roberta Beary
My bicycle falls against the bay’s stone wall. My son, secure in his tiny seat, points to the careening gulls. Grandma, Grandma, he shouts. How could […]
My bicycle falls against the bay’s stone wall. My son, secure in his tiny seat, points to the careening gulls. Grandma, Grandma, he shouts. How could […]
Acid Pillow Talk Deception isn’t the only way to manufactureeulogies, mushrooms and oranges. Magnetic fields can procure the same thrill.Omission —intentional or otherwiseneighbors the red handprintsstroking […]
“Come to Aketar and be transformed.” That is what the myths say, the line spoken in a dozen languages across the continent. It is in […]
Lose Touch If a city’s outskirts are ragged, were they once ruffled or ruched? Three popes ago, my brother and I. Two down, him possible […]
[1] Two janitors arrive nightly in matching designs. One is from Warsaw. One claims Durango. They take photos before and after every shift. They hold […]
If I still believed in dawn, I’d rise to meet it. That I rise at all is nothing to do with light and everything to […]
The skeleton crossed the finish line and was halved at the waist. Exploded by a ribbon. Then the announcer cued a procession of rats to […]
They attached a zipper to my stomach, not to my womb. They said this would help the process run smoother, faster, if the babies could […]
Which bone of mine opens the door back home? A. My malleus, timpani that first percussed with my mother’s voice, B. my hyoid, anchor that […]
Do not touch the Zorro books in the garage. You could release the Masked Rider. You think you don’t know him, but you do. He […]
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