Susan’s Delivery by Keith Mark Gaboury
One season after my wife died, Mailwoman Susan delivered a monkey to my home. “Who’s this from, Susan?” “It’s from me. I’m retiring and I […]
One season after my wife died, Mailwoman Susan delivered a monkey to my home. “Who’s this from, Susan?” “It’s from me. I’m retiring and I […]
A stranger had made their house a restaurant. We went to eat there. I didn’t know the family at my table, but they loved me. […]
The way he rides me like I’m the polar opposite of Pegasus, when he knows we share the same damnation. Our deeds differ. I was […]
I knocked over the butter dish while going to spread some on a slice of the bread Mom had just made. I went to grab […]
I only wanted to be held. To feel the heat of another wrapped up within my wings. To tumble against one another in a crowded […]
Through the window, I observe the man from the jackets of my overdue library books. He broods in a cafe booth. A bell jingles as […]
The garage lights come on in two sequences. There’s Dad’s table saw. Bottles of rat poison. Millie’s bike, under a blue tarp. There’s something else, […]
Astrology boys vaping at the moon. A pack of laughing and the speculating of signs, a theory of miracles. Then, their limbs rattling around in […]
We called the pellucid tank in which we kept the man o’ war the box o’ war. We called the creeping mossgrowing splendidly along the deck (despite there […]
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