spilled pearls patter on the floor the broken strand which was once whole trails from between her childish fingers and the burn of shame crawls up her throat fans out on her cheeks. shall she drop on desperate knees and flail her arms like one desperate and drowning pulling the…
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A Teeming Brain
Tonight, my grandmother is sleeping in a hospital bed in a retirement complex where she has lived for many years. She barely knows the names and faces of her children. Her memories have been scrambled so that she cannot tell yesterday from her wedding day. And every once in a…
Leave the Lady-Face in the Locker Room
How can I tell you what the hard leather felt like in my hands? It was something I lived. Sucking the cold air deep into myself, holding it inside until it was warm, watching the exhale hang before my face. And then the doors creaking open. That hollow sound of…
She loves the corridors of Copenhagen!
Hans Christian Andersen's original Little Mermaid had no name. Long before the folks at Disney conjured up the image of the nymphetesque Ariel, with her plume of crimson hair and ample seashells, the famed Danish storyteller described a group of sisters, daughters of the Sea King, with beautiful voices and…
Marriage With Weeds
Tomorrow morning, Jonathan and I leave for the quickest of trips to Disneyland. We're celebrating our anniversary. Three years ago (August 14, 2004) we wound up at the alter of our church and vowed to love and support and cherish one another forever. I cannot believe it has been three…
Family Table
Sunlight on brick is hottest at four in the afternoon. It bakes between the boxy shadows of the buildings on Main Street. Boys sip coke from slender-necked bottles. One of them shakes his fist, rattling the dice and tossing them down to clatter up against the wall. Two sixes. As…