Author’s Note My heart is with the people of Turkey in the wake of this terrible news out of Istanbul. Writers always leave things out of their finished products, and in many cases, like the one that follows, they wring their hands about it. This was one of...
Luther stared through the windowpane, looking for the thing that hadn’t happened yet. Pauline ignored her brother, and focused on her cross-stitch of a rooster. “I know they talkin’ about me,” Luther said, voice rising and arms crossed. “Uh-huh,” responded Pauline. He...
Thursday 1:17 p.m.: A Novel Author: Michael Landweber Coffeetown Press, 2016 ISBN: 978-1-60381-357-0 $13.95 Still Life in Thursday 1:17 p.m. “Begin the Begin” by R.E.M. is the last song teenager Duck listens to before time stops around him in the middle of an...
At dusk I liked to sit out on the front stoop of my building and watch the people coming and going. Betty Amurrio’s cousins hung out in front, too, in the parking lot, listening to salsa blaring from their lowrider. I liked the graceful way they gestured at each...
The earth was cracked and troubled in Washington, D.C. If only you’d been listening, you would have decoded the garbled whisperings of Auntie Kay’s rapid decline, a sampaguita wilting, just like your bleeding hearts in summer, hot as morning mouth. Instead, you...
