Spring/Summer 2013

blue firefly streak

Fireflies

The hard light of day goes soft and long as the sun goes from Wichita, west below the curve of the earth, and other lights, few and tentative at first, not stars but star-like, appear amongst the trees of ...
nepali rock with blue and yellow writings carved in

Good Ham

These are the hands that care for you. Rheena is from Nepal, has strong short fingers, a nurse’s aid, she asks me about my bracelet, a beautifully carved Tibetan rosary of skulls. I practice Zen Buddhism, s...
cement mixer, orange cement blender

Progression

for Marj, everywhere My friend says her CA-125 has gone down, just a bit, but hey it’s in the right direction. I’m not sure what CA-125 is exactly, but she’s glad, so I am too.  Later I Google it, read ab...
pine tree with two branches

This Filipino Mask

This Filipino mask was cut from Denver Pine, from a one-limbed tree in a one-tree forest by a one-armed man, taking a break from his bad luck job to remove a knotted eyesore from his smoggy cityscape. It ...
glass of water being filled and beside that, two ice cubes

My Headache

One ice cube squarely smashing another as it falls in a glass; The fuzzy tongue one gets when sucking on a battery; Styrofoam’s squeak as it smothers itself; Having a staple drive into a knuckle ...
tops of oxygen tanks

Survivor’s Guilt

Unhaired, turban-headed Cecilia, oxygen tank in tow, directs me to plant roses she'll never see bloom and kisses my dirty grindstone hands. Listening to the purr, Jim pets his new kitten. I'll take it home ...
whirlpool in dark water

In the Beginning

When pirates first commandeered my body and steered it into a whirlpool of symptoms that shifted shape not charted on my map—life seemed lost in a proliferation of questions and tests. And waiting. What...
front of the hospital at UVA from above

Hospital Drive

Hospital Drive is online, but we still think of it as a magazine with a beginning, middle, and end.  Like the lives our writers and artists depict.  We still present it as a new issue.  We assemble content over...
wedding rings on pillow

If She Had Married Barry Higgins

“If only I had married Barry Higgins,” my mother joked whenever she was feeling frisky. My mother didn’t date much before she met my father, but not for lack of interest. She blamed my grandfather, a stern m...
yellow and orange unfinished painting

Somebody Who Cares

"I wish I'd tried harder ...." Gramps began. Then his voice gave out. When he could speak again, he continued, " ... to let people know I cared about them." That's what Gramps told me from his deathbed. It w...