Independence Day We were both in the dream, talking about words forbidden to state workers. "What if someone called their child 'dear?'" You answer, "They might think that they are a hoofed animal?" This is the way we are. Cracking... Continue Reading →
The War Against the Ants The ants marched up from the cellar through a crack in the bathtub caulking twelve abreast. No wonder they're called an army. We sprayed poison. What else can you do? If only we were Zen... Continue Reading →
The Woman Who Fed the Doves Short and compactly Sicilian she was the pastor's mother––a priest–– her only child; a son. She started her car every morning, put it in gear, gunned it in a semi-circle from curb to curb... Continue Reading →
The Eavesdropper found in a journal, April 2, 2008 by Jane Blue The smell of orange rind under my fingernails, the taste of strawberries, destroyed still life on a black saucer. I ate all the grapes. Some people are talkers,... Continue Reading →
Ghazal of the Cyanide Almond by Jane Blue The little cyanide almond exposed inside the peach. The teakettle whimpering instead of whistling. The pain of last week is gone. An earthquake has rattled Tokyo. Someone is mowing, always mowing, slashing... Continue Reading →
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