Crotalus Horridus
The first time I saw the witch, I asked for a new body. I could not stand my body. I could not stand my thighs and crooked teeth that rubbed together like uneven beach stones caught in waves; hair curled and oily against my face; this misshapen frame. I asked her to give me [...]
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Dreams We Tried to Tell You
There are human statues in the woods in baby powdered bodies. The woman opens her eyes: two men fighting with swords. We’re sharing popcorn, watching the soundless night clash like a black and white macabre. Her moon painted braid is cracking and flaking. Or is it dust from the high beams? We’re bored, so she [...]
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Kill the Sister
It was a game my older brother made up and we only played it once when we couldn’t find Monopoly. “That game sucks butt anyway,” Jamie said, “I have a better idea.” We were in the kitchen. He pulled a knife from its home in the drying rack. It made a shling sound. “Give me [...]
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Hag Stone
Last week’s hobgoblins had been wayward enough, but the booted cat—with its shape-shifting trickery—was even more disturbing for rewarding its lazy human for simply agreeing not to drown it. At tale’s end, the least sensible of a miller’s sons wins the hand of a princess on little more than a cat’s cunning and the young [...]
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Inside Out
kée píi’nekeyneks: Let us (swallow) take each other in. We shall be lit by a morning like music: I step into a field & here is where it happened another boy held dragged by the cock & his mother was only just beginning to sleep to a silence that night made from a [...]
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2 Poems
The Parable of the Air-House When the Hatted Man passed through our gates, his stovepipe’s crown looked like the chimney of our synagogue (when viewed from the tree line past town). His jacket was blacker than what I see when I imagine piano keys. We gathered wherever he chose to stand: by Math-Less Mendel’s shop [...]
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Leaf Girl
The Leaf Girl married in the fall, when her hair was mostly blood-rose red, but brown at the roots and yellow at the curled, arthritic ends. Most of the village came to the wedding in the forest, braving the dagger-pronged pine cones on the soles of their best shoes in order to see the ceremony. [...]
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Friedrich’s Thumb
She lies on Friedrich’s ear. Her husband is asleep, breathing heavily, loud rumbling snores that echo from his chest. She kisses his helix, her pillow, curled under her head and wishes him, “Goodnight.” When he does not respond, she kisses him again, small bird pecks, before rolling on her back, her feet resting safely on [...]
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Folk/lore
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2 Poems
The Best Part of Anything I am riding my bike when I see them. The breeze slides my dress strap off my shoulder and I am thinking of Richard and the babysitter and what I will make for dinner. There are two of them. Lesbians, that is. They are enormous. They go into the diner [...]
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Mother
Guy comes in about five before five. Says he's waitin on his Mom. Says, can I have one pear cider while I wait for my mom and do you think I should tell the hostess she's coming, so she can alert me when she's here, 'cause my phone's dead and I don't want her waitin on me [...]
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The Drunkard’s Hibernation
Begin in March, before the snowpack has fully melted, with the hard stuff. Always remember: "Hard before beer, hibernate without fear." When first emergent from your winter den, you can't do better than a warming shot of rum, or perhaps tequila, though you are then well advised to move on as soon as possible to mixed drinks, which [...]
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