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Entertainment
2018: A Counter-Factual
Hillary Clinton limps into her second year in office badly battered and in poor humor. She has lately refused to hold press conferences, or even speak off-the-record as she had done regularly in the early days of her presidency. That openness fell...
Doors are Killing Our Kids
Doors are Killing Our Kids, Along with Books, Tables, Chairs… (or) The Answers to School Shootings Are Right in Front of Us “There are too many entrances and too many exits to our over 8,000 campuses in Texas. There aren’t enough people to put a...
“I Got My Smile On” or Ode to Sycophants (song/audio)
Music by Tom Glenn & Lyrics by Suzanne Cloud This tune was composed by guitarist Tom Glenn after seeing Cabinet members standing behind Trump and smiling while he said the most vile things after the Charlottesville Neo-Nazi protest. I heard it...
Food & Drinks
Two Poems by Andrew Shields
Accident The witness alleged that the tram was run down by an excited horse whose rider found he’d lost control too late to prevent the collision. _____ Crossing When you cross the river, look up if you can. There’s always...
A Trio of Erasures by Erin Murphy
HR Erasure: Policy on Clarity Use euphemisms. Be ambiguous. Choose your own definitions for words, your...
Lifestyle
Home School
J-U-S-T-I-C-E. I am writing in neon chalk on my driveway as four bare white feet dance in all directions around me. Jonas, three years old and exploding into boyhood, grabs the green chalk and scribbles around my letters. Emet, six, takes the...
MY CULTURAL APPROPRIATION
I recently saw photos of Instagram influencers who had darkened their faces in a misguided show of solidarity for Black Lives Matter. Their efforts made me cringe and reminded me of a time in my own life when what began as empathy resulted in an...
Behind the Red Railing: My Childhood Isolation
My first experience of isolation and social distancing occurred when I was four years old. Although I understand it now through the eyes of an adult, my recollection of the episode is utterly clear. I often picture it in my mind as a time before...
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What’s Brittle
That place where it breaks—the faint hairline crack that snakes its spider web lines out in all directions, jigsawing sharp pieces out of what was once just a single thing: a window I have looked through forgetting the glass. The oak seen for weeks...
Damaged Goods
I Like eggs with brief craters, starburst damage masked, often, with plastic packaging, faults caused by mishandling, manipulated nature graded; any given woman. Oh, to be rogue, to know, to feel deep in the marrow’s soil that cracks do not equal...
Cluster Fly Phantasm on Future Blacklists
In a three day period, I sent about thirty cluster flies over, who were slow and dramatically big like crushing empty cans. If these flies, which apparently get in a lot of houses when the days are unpredictably frozen or warm, were beers, they...
The Axe
My neighbor leaves his axe out in the rain. We are not neighbors, I don’t know His name; for two years we have waved And said something mundane about the weather As we passed. He’s skinny and gray and looks Like a salted redneck; he drives his golf...
Two Poems by Omar Martínez-Sandoval
It’s Too Hot in Mississippi Honk and honk of the four wheels, the cry of the goose, this machine doesn’t care about the cyclist. They own the roads, don’t you dare ride in front of them. Stubborn. Why should you leave the road? Whatever. It’s...
