A Blessing

We watched our father chuck her boom box out the bedroom window.

A Chain of Tiny Disasters

A widow is sort of a holy figure, while a divorcée is a tawdry one.

A Childhood in Four Acts

End of October, days recede quickly into night. Leaves fall in slow motion.

A Dark Place

There was no sense in brushing off or any other civilized thing.

A Matter of Vocabulary

“We see you tryin’ to hide. Ain’t no use tryin’ to hide in God’s House.”

A Mirror of a Mirror

Have two children to keep around the house in case one goes missing.

A Pantoum for Alex

The guy who drove the mother to the morgue hands him an empty. Nostrils a little raw, displaced, conscripted, by your Shock and Awe.

A Saint from Texas

So that’s what I’d look like if every beauty parlor in the world shut down.

A Shrine at the Inn

It was true. We would probably never visit that place again.

A Sleigh Ride

Some inner voice told her that now or never her fate would be decided.

A Son of Baghdad

For me, Selweh was the real magic. She was nothing like my mother.

A Spinster’s Tale

When he had passed from view, I stumbled back from the window.

A Trout in the Milk

How much simpler and more satisfying was the company of men.


Mostly he was in a hurry, so he’d just stick it in and away we’d go.


Water the boxed dirt, and up she’ll push, rising in red-streaked blossoms.


I dream of snakes coming out of me and through the house to find her.

Another Dimension

Their mother was the real beauty of the family, or so everyone said.

Aspen, Trembling

I hear her voice in the shivering tambourines of leaves.

At Sea

I only feel that here, only here, in this one place, a small rise.

At Swim, Two Girls

Why do girls want to cheerlead? Don’t they know it objectifies women?

At the Edge of the Forest, Close to Home

Sleepy and pensive, July succumbed to the day’s isolating heat.

Bad Girl in Berlin

I believed in department stores the way I believed in Germany.


We imagined the train routes through the heart of the country.

Between Here and Here

My father stood up, unable to choose which one of us to kill first.


At first my dad was optimistic that he could be a one-armed farmer.


He sees the slight swelling of her breasts in the open collar of her blouse.

Boston Common at Twilight

Nobody knows where I am, Ned thought. No one in the whole world.

Brother in C Minor

Our father turned to me and said, Why does he sound like a girl.

Budapest 1984

I saw my mother’s face turn dark like the winter sky before a storm.

Cartoon Art Volume 2011-09

New cartoons from Rina Piccolo, J. C. Duffy, Bob Eckstein, and more!