Turning fifty is no big deal. It’s like forty-nine plus. Like size 1 is hardly different than a size 0. As if I knew. Those numbers are so far in my past as to be irrelevant. In fact I’ve never been a 1 or a 0. More to the fact, the closest I’ve ever come … Continue reading »
Daily Archives: January 2, 2013
The Laundry, Love – Joan Prusky Glass
In love: Still warm, stacked neatly at the edge of our bed. My shirt sleeves, tucked under, linger against your winter hat. Our bedside lamps glow. Out of love: You quickly untangle your twisted pant legs from my sweaters (not wanting to remember how I look in the pink one), then abandon it all in … Continue reading »
Crepuscular – Anthony Ward
She was blue. Not blue in that it was forthcoming, But that she was favoured. Men tossed their eyes at her, Exposing gaping holes- Catacombs where souls resided, Evaporating once exposed. Her beached hair Swaddling her face As she conveyed the streets, Somnambulant to her surroundings, Walking away from sunsets Into darkened crevices of the … Continue reading »
