Awake to heavily pounding trains. Pass my window, shake my spine. Split with fluttering light of day my head and take me down the stairs to where my daughter taps and talks. So little, spritely, light and flighty. Lost and half asleep I wander through the morning and the morning and the morning waiting for […]
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Missed Connections by Christina Kallery “I look on here daily hoping someone noticed me enough to post an ad about it.” –Anonymous in Trenton, Michigan To the garbage man in the orange truck, who chatted up a lady by the Hollywood Tan, would you guess she’d love another chance to watch you hoist those overflowing cans? […]
It starts in Canyon Creek Hospital, where, on Sunday mornings, he waits for his mother to die. She rasps my name as I come to stand behind him. But all I hear is beep, beep, beep: a funeral march for velocity. Each week there is a little less of her, another inch of bone […]
In memory of Ivan P. In the stillness of the cemetery, I wonder how it is a man will live for only books, but rarely read them, books to pile in towers on counter tops, tables, floor, towers that could be seen as art, if we focused on texture, color, could be taken as virtuous, […]
after F. Isabel Campoy I come from a fledgling suburb in a state that lost its mind with beauty but coped by building tract homes and strip malls. Where I come from, everyone calls out to friends from patios studded with braziers across yards littered with bicycles sandboxes and panting mutts. Cookouts are a seasonal […]
Insomnia Yellow jackets burrow for winter in the exterior brick that edges the second story window. Inside that bedroom with its indistinct hum, sleep eludes me. Who can say whether bees, the noise of cars on a distant highway, or some machinery of my brain that refuses to power down at night? In bed, I […]
Even with a receipt I can’t return The day bought on a whim— Careless of time being spent. Buyer’s remorse wakes The following day, a hangover Rising from relentless binge-buying. “I couldn’t help myself.” So says contrition laid on When the mistake’s made Visible. The size and color, All wrong. Why take it from the […]
Above Albuquerque wind-still the sky holds balloons like lacrima Below inside this temporary room your voice cuts strings no longer tied. David Morgan O’Connor is from a small village on Lake Huron. After many nomadic years, he is based in Albuquerque, where a short story collection progresses. He contributors monthly to; The Review Review and […]
Note: Apology Accepted was written in response to the image here, created by Tony Curran. Yeah, that’s myself [sic] in outline, hunched over the screen, black eyemask fashioned from re- gret and the way that autocorrect’s clumsy changes […]
Every time I lift the lid on the bin by the stairs to the units above, and upend my basket of recyclables, I hear the voice of my ex-husband’s lover. At a dinner party, months before I learned her real role in our lives, I turned to her amid the laughter and the clinking, and […]