suicidal for months, holding myself back moment by moment from jumping out of our fourteenth-floor project ... interested. Why would you want to read about difficulties that you think you’ll never have? Neck pain. Knee ... looks at the MRI of my neck and shakes her head in disbelief. “I would never have thought seeing you sit ...
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ponderous bodies against the slats of their pens. Roosters crowed, people shouted, the horses in the vans ... beasts. A wondrous place, the fair. Although I stayed as long as I dared, I couldn't wait long ... tomatoes reflect a pinkness on the plate from the lights overhead. People walk by the tables, and how the ...
waiting for the cry, which comes, and I rush to my younger daughter, who's on the floor on her ... back, accusing her sister of shoving her. I pick her up and hold her tight, rocking her; the denial, the ... lights. When I pull at the cord, needles rain down on the floor. I should probably get rid of the tree ...
feathers and crowing, the same way he had arrived. The hen also started shaking herself gently, and little ... answered that perhaps it was the will of God. Still, they never wanted for anything; bright and early each ... rooster that landed on the roof of his own house. The rooster shook itself and crowed to announce its ...
Chicago
like me to occupy them, give them point? Zeros waiting to uri-egg themselves into sheer holes. Only ... scarlet fleurs-de-lis looked on the tiles of the cafe floor. Before I knew it, I strutted the almost ... laughing, I had done them to a turn. Nor did I look at the guzzling, crowing, ignorant preeners to whom ...
her own death research she’d learned that those are the things people regret never saying. The hours ... Sunlight The adventurer had been dying for thirty-seven hours now, though her death had begun ... tendril. A cod gently tucked her cluster of delicate eggs beneath an outcropping on the shore, trusting ...
Fall 1998
spider webs from squinting, holding eggs up to the light looking for dead baby chicken bodies instead of ... telling who I am but it never stops her talking like I'm Emma, she always thinks I'm ... Dale's Eggs, which is still in business, Grace lamps and she has lines all up around her eyes big as ...
Fall 1997
sphere, in other words other EL.G.'s, but only in the afternoon, at English teatime, and never ... touch a broom, to peel potatoes, to wash the floor, to cook dinner. These seemingly trivial tasks could ... let's be honest, her only treasure. All it would take was boiling an egg or frying a cutlet for the ...
the egg from my mind. The drone of the bells became absorbed into the natural din of the forest. My ... wait for Moult. Somewhere down the bluffs the egg was blatant. Out of breath on the parapet, I wondered ... Page 15 from Issue 34 bluff nested an enormous egg. I yelled Moult's name into the wind. ...
officers were given. It had long, white-washed walls and rooms running all in a row with cement floors and ... plain rafters for a ceiling. The floor shone after water was poured on it, bucketfuls of water to cool ... Tiruvella house when I was ten months old. It was Christmas time. The floor tumbled and shone in pointed ...