by Brett M. Bourdon
Step 1. Your father must leave your mother. This is the easiest step. Dad will do all of the work for you! For best results, your father should move in with a new family, with a new wife, and two new sons. Continue reading
We Named Her Amelia
by Susan Thornton
We named her Amelia. I spent an hour in the Christian gift shop on Main street looking stupidly at audio tapes of gospel songs, video tapes of the Living Bible, refrigerator magnets with cheerful Christian sayings, before choosing a cross to put in the box with her ashes. Then I drove to the mall, where I found a kiosk called “Things Remembered.” I chose a gold plated brass name plate and waited while the young woman engraved it with her name. Gerry warned me that the ashes made a very small packet. She only weighed a little over a pound. We put the ashes in the box, with the cross, and Gerry sealed and varnished the box, and glued on the name plate. Continue reading
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by Simon Perchik
And though it’s your hands that are cold you sleep
with slippers on, weighed down the way shadows
change places to show what death will be like Continue reading
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The Friendly Korean
by Kelley Jhung
Spring, 1995
The smells of garlic and sesame oil fill the living room as my sister, dad, and I scrape our chopsticks over Styrofoam containers. We’re eating Korean take-out as we watch The University of Kentucky play Tulane in the second round of March Madness. Continue reading
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Kula Skylark
by Joseph Stanton
for Ali`i Chang
This bird, thatched to be unseen in grass,
scampers in Kula’s purpling rows of lavender,
searching for bugs and bits of seed.
It could be nothing more than an odd sparrow
sporting a flash of white at tail
for all we know or care, as we picnic in cool air,
steeped in last light and flowers. Continue reading
Filed under Poetry
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