An absurdist thriller about an unhappy man who attends a retreat offering adults a second chance at a happy childhood.
Barbara Hamby: My Translation
I am translating the world into mockingbird, into blue jay,
into cat-bombing avian obbligato, because I want
more noise, more bells, more senseless tintinnabulation
Arlene Weiner: Another Art
Put it on eBay, ka-ching, ka-ching—
keep nothing but the things that give you cheer.
But so many objects seem to want to cling
Richard Horan: Notes from Il Campo
It’s carciofi (artichoke) season here in the Eternal City. Everywhere you go, those fat-stemmed, strongly evocative of Bacchus, violet-and-green buds are still-lifing the display tables out in front of every osteria and trattoria from Prati to San Saba.
James Davis May: Hot Sex
she asks him,
resigned panic in her voice, Did you
slice one of those serranos into the guac?
Barbara Hamby: Reading Can Kill You
Yes was Da, which is so much more Yes than Yes
but with a twinge of Nyet, and it was winter, a freezing Siberian
blizzard with days that began at ten and ended at two
Jason Irwin: On the Road to Bushmills
Because of a parade, the road to Bushmills is closed.
It’s the only road that leads to Portrush, a town
less than nine miles away, where we’ve been told
there’s a laundromat.
Barbara Crooker: Nearing Menopause, I Run Into Elvis At Shoprite,
line thumps and grinds, the honky tonk piano moves like an ivory
river, full of swampy delta blues.
Gary Fincke: Headcheese, Liverwurst, a List of Loaves
Opened to liverwurst,
Headcheese, a list of loaves:
Luncheon and Luxury
Video: Good Grief
On the day of her dad’s ash-scattering, Nora rejects the notion that her grief comes in five tidy, predictable stages.