Party for Darby
Darby told us he had three months to live, we decided to make him
a party. “Let’s
make it big,” said Don. “And
fancy,” said Jim. “No,
I think it should be casual,” said Joe....
was in Bridgeport, Connecticut, so I did what you should do when
you are in Bridgeport, Connecticut. I went to the P. T. Barnum
Museum. It’s mostly a sad kind of place, really. Not near
the come-on it should be with such a name. Of course your average
citizen of Bridgeport, Connecticut, has never even heard of P. T.
Barnum except as a name that floats around town the way names of
civilization builders do on signs and buildings....
sat at the table with some small black bones.
Walter asked where he got them. Never
mind, said Lucas. Thing is, they’re going to bring us
luck. They’re lucky bones.Lucky bones? said
Walter, picking one up. He turned it over in his
looks like a human fingertip bone. These
are human bones—where did you get them? It’s
against the law to have human bones—
Is Afraid of a Widow
was barely twentiy when I first met my husband. He was sitting
just opposite me in a small restaurant where I was eating a bowl
of noodles. I had just broken up with my boyfriend who said that
we had to split because his parents thought our eight characters
did not match. Can anyone believe such bullshit? ,,,
best friend has always been my cousin, Elena. But we have
different grandfathers, so that makes us only half-cousins.
Elena and I are the oldest. Elena’s two years older
than me. She’s only got her little brother, Marcos.
I got two little brothers, Alex and Christian, and then I got my
baby sister, Veronica. Then there are two more sets of
cousins, making fourteen kids in all in the family...
happened behind Chinendoro Primary School. Mukoma had agreed to
meet his ex-wife, Mai Lily, to schedule another meeting at which
they would discuss their daughter’s custody. After the
meeting, Mukoma, Jakove, and I would return to Kubatana bar while
Mai Lily, who was a prostitute again, would go to a different
ex-boyfriend—let’s call him David, because that’s
his name—somehow convinced me to move from Los Angeles to
Ketchikan, Alaska. He’d been there only three months, but
he called after the first week-and-a-half and begged me to drop
it all and come live with him....
quite a while my husband and I lived on an obscure road in Maine
with only one near-by house, glimpsed through our kitchen
window. In summer that house was not visible, the thick
canopy of oak and maple a living wall; by November, however,
stark winter branches formed an empty frame around it....
Jewel Beth Davis
red light on the answering machine flashes on and off in an
alarming manner. Listen. To me. Answer. Me. Don’t. Walk by.
You’d better. Listen. It’s New Year’s Eve, 1:30
PM. I’ve just arrived home. My lids are drooping and small
kernels of unknown disturbances in my eyes seem to have magnified
into glass shards. I walk through my office on my way to bed and
glance at my answering machine. It’s blinking with four
were already living here- next door, on the right-, when we moved
in. There was the husband- Anthony- the wife- Donna- and
two high school-aged kids. They were professional people
and the kids were well-behaved and polite. Everything
seemed normal, at least for a while....
trying to work on an article and ignore the distractions of both
a glorious July morning and my husband’s annual review that
is scheduled for today when the phone rings. “Hi,
Dave. How’s everything?” “I’m
Now, Mr. Miller?
Musings on a Muse (or an Anti-Muse)
quotations recur to me, coupling and decoupling in a Virginia
reel, twirling with each other, then swirling away. One. “Later
Landon would remember that story and realize that she had been
breaking up with him from the beginning.” That’s Skip
Horack in his short story “The Gulf Sturgeon.”…
Promises to Wake to,
The house belonged to echoes
is My Brain on TXT,
On a Road Paved in Cold,
Two Questions for Andre
Service Bypasses the Insomniac,
A Warm Day in Winter
Last of the Ash Leaves,
in the Classroom