Etiqueta: little chews
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“Paradise” by Alice Baburek
The deliberate blow was intense and crippling. Hot spaghetti sauce spewed everywhere across the clean, shiny linoleum. Her stricken body fell heavily to the floor. Pain surged through her head, then down her shaky spine. She tried desperately to catch her breath. Karen Bradley closed her wet eyes. How many…
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“Making Life Adjustments” by Matias Travieso-Diaz
When it is becomes impossible to go back to normal, we have to create a new normal and adjust to it.Sabine Shah He awoke that April morning with a sore throat and a splitting headache. The pollen season was in full swing, and he suffered from an allergy strain that…
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“Adventure” by Bill Tope and Doug Hawley
“I really appreciate you driving me to my appointment today, Cindy,” said Molly, slipping into the other woman’s lime green 1968 Mustang. Cindy was a volunteer from Molly’s church and was driving the older woman to a dental procedure in the next county. Molly looked around her. “I’ve never ridden…
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“Spay and Neuter” by Gail Brown
The office waiting room was mostly empty. One man sat with a dog by his side. The dog had a white muzzle and sprawled on the floor as if he had no interest in the world around him. A bulletin board in one corner was only half full. The section…
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“in which you become the spaces” by Yongbo Ma, Helen Pletts, and Nolcha Fox
Art by Ken Tomaro in which you become the spaces of white tailored openings in morning light,the bold of red withstanding winter in the rose hips,the tiny shape of these in red, incrementally,as they mirror each of us in redness on the branches (Helen) You are the spaces between breaths…
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“Piercings” by Bill Tope
“Hold still,” cautioned Te. “I don’t want to hurt you.” She edged around the bed upon which Sweeney sat, only partially robed, waiting for his lover to perform her magic, as she’d promised. Theresa, an 88-lb. dynamo, beautiful and perfect in every way, thought Sweeney, struggled to engage him with…
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“The Cold Embrace of Fate” by Alice Baburek
The darkened sky seeped into the wintry mix of drifting snow and ice. Dripping icicles hung heavily from the grove of blistered pine trees. Ester Warren blinked several times to remove the fallen snowflakes that gently settled on her closed eyes. A damp chill sank into her spine. The frosty…
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“Fighting Obsolescence” by Matias Travieso-Diaz
You are the salt of the earth. But remember that salt is useful when in association, but useless in isolation.Israelmore Ayivor Everything felt wrong when he woke up that morning. His neck hurt, and he had painful cramps in his legs. His vision was blurred beyond the usual condition of…
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5 Poems by Carl Bernard Schwartz
WARREN T. VOID This tool doesn’t workCan I get my money back?Stop laughing at me! ~~ MAN’S BEST FRIEND Doesn’t care about: • Race• Religion• Gender• Politics• Ethnic origin• Facial hair• Economic bracket• Title• Position of toilet seat• The printed word ~~ HIGH DEFINITION You have no ideawhat it means,…
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“Foxy Lady” by Bill Tope
The prettiest, most alluring female I ever knew was named Rebecca Fox. She was dark-complected, had shoulder-length chocolate-brown hair, and a youthful, curvaceous figure. I knew the aptly-named Ms. Fox for just one year, but I was smitten. She was given to wearing actual flowers in her hair, simple cotton…
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“Customer Satisfaction” by Gail Brown
Machines hummed, grills baked, and the sound of orders processing through the gentle words of cashiers filled Valena with pride. What had not so long ago been a failing burger spot was now a winning healthy restaurant. No longer did they try to keep up with hundreds of dishes and…
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“Sangfroid: A Tribute to Marlene Dietrich” by John RC Potter
Over the years I have seen this wordwritten here and there, lying in wait;waiting for me: Sangfroid.I thought it was a German word, and imagined Marlene Dietrich, astride a chair, eyes veiled;alluring, exotic, perhaps dangerous.The epitome of my imagined meaning of that tantalizing word. Then, I remembered an evocative scene…
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“Remembering” by Bill Tope
When I was very young–actually all my life until I was 50, when he died–I observed my dad sitting alone, on the front steps, with his elbows on his knees. He smoked a cigarette or drank coffee, and stared blankly into space. I often wondered, what was he thinking? I…
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