by Erika McKitrick
Remember the cemetery
the crypt, French theme
Gentle freckles
Me.
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by Erika McKitrick
Remember the cemetery
the crypt, French theme
Gentle freckles
Me.
Continue reading
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by John Picard
“Please order a drink everyone,” Kate said. “I mean it, Chuck. I know how you like your vodka martinis.”
“Are you sure?” Laura said.
“Positive. We talked a lot about social drinking at the Center. A big part of recovery is abstaining around other drinkers. This’ll be good practice.”
“I’ll feel awfully funny if I do,” Laura said.
“I’ll feel awfully funny if you don’t. I’m serious. The house chardonnay is excellent here.”
“Let me just say, Katie,” Chuck said, “that you’re one of the strongest, bravest women I know.”
I could feel some pressure on my right temple. I couldn’t be around Chuck, a car salesman with the personality to match, without a getting a headache.
“Anyway,” Laura said, “you look fantastic. You really do.”
“I lost sixteen pounds. That’s what cutting a thousand liquid calories out of your daily diet will do.” Continue reading
by Wendy Taylor
(the Jodo Mission, Lahaina, Maui)
What is it about the pink lotus flower
placed at the crossed legs & flat open hands,
gentle in the lap of the bronzed Buddha,
that provokes children to throw pebbles
at Amida’s stretched ear lobes? The neon Continue reading
by Chris Bullard
Hell is the new black.
Everyone is going there,
so plan a visit in winter.
The chill on your face
will almost make you feel alive. Continue reading
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