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Just Like a Sunflower

“Sonnenblume, that one. Keeps an eye on him wherever he goes.” It wasn’t a choice she could ever remember making, sitting in the corner of her cousin’s living room and twisting her shoulders so that she could keep track of Norg—beaming and booming...

The Chipmunk

The chipmunk, heavy with uneven mangle where a right shoulder ought to be, scuttles in spirals on the axis of a still-attached limb. Shiloh brought her here, to my doorstep, the necropolis of rodents and other gifts.  Shiloh will wait with the dying...

Carried Away

He was falling apart, working too hard. In September his friends warned him. “You can’t do this for long, son,” said the oldest one, shaking a head of steel wool and a hooked index finger. He thought they underestimated him. He was young, robust...

Will You Love Me?

Will you love me if I have no job to support you? Yes, I will love you. We’ll eat potatoes and beans off paper plates. We’ll take walks instead of drives. We’ll wear the same clothes six days a week and on the seventh day...

The Visitors

The child and the mother lay asleep inside. The man had left them there and gone to sit under the palm frond roof and stare out into the heat. When he looked at the child, he saw nothing irregular. A shut eyed, pink little thing, just like the rest...

Russian Red

You’re looking sexier since your husband died. I know you might laugh at this, but we’ve always been frank with each other, haven’t we? The day of his funeral, I found you in the church narthex and took your liver-spotted hands in mine. Tried to...

Without Recourse

My husband, who brought sun to my moon, died just now.I know I must kiss his brow before coldness sets in and then listen to Mendelssohn’s Preludes and Fugues, not Midsummer Night’s Dream, as we did together. Afterwards, I’ll make...

Is Disappeared

July 23, 2014   The first time, they come from up Congo, river. I eleven. We hear engines and guns and much scream. We not know them. They have uniform. They have gun. They drive in village and shoot many bullet. Kill many, much. People run scream...

The Maker

“Make me something.” “Make you something?” “Yes.” “Make you what?” “Anything you want. Anything you can. Just make something for me, my Maker.” So he made, for that was no challenge; a...

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