Spring/Summer 2013

turquoise ink swirl

Physeter

Scrimshander ink etched into what's left of me may tell some story—but not mine. In the plunge I took to shed the fret and fug of fifty years did my tongue, nested now in long and serrated jaw, cease to say w...
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Malaise with a Cough

The waiting room is congested, stuffy, warm, a low-grade fever, tired, something not right, though it has a hard time saying what. So they call it malaise. The friendly nurse opens the solid door of myst...

Drips

  by Ahmed Salahudeen...
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The New Patient

Old man, in your loose shirt, with your hooded gaze that says, Look elsewhere, I see you. Or do I? Grasping your cane, clear eyes, white, fuzzy hair, there— but your edges blur, almost disappear. On a d...
old distorted photgraphs

Diagnosis

Disintegrating photographs and fading letters, the crumbling pages of your mind. You even told me five years before your diagnosis that those memories had already been unremembered for some time. I accuse...
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Onset

My mother dreams a journey with my dad. En route, he goes, they both think, to the men’s room which turns out to be a train that leaves the station, with him on board holding it all: passports, tickets, v...
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Hotflash

After A. Van Jordan hot′ flash n.    1. A state of deliquescence, meltdown, as in waking molten, in a pool, rat-tails dripping round your neck, nightgown drenched.  2. A brief news dispatch or bulletin, as w...
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Tonsured

I knew a woman who shaved her head Releasing all outer beauty To walk a spiritual path. My red hair, my only vanity. Now I sit in my kitchen Caped in a black plastic garbage bag, My husband looming wi...
two eggs in a frying pan

Poem to Mary’s Eggs

This morning Two orange suns in the black cast iron sky pan. Mary's eggs told me, flat out That I was a divine being My soul close to the edges of my body Dancing a karma I would never understand, so give ...