Dec 13, 2014 | Fall/Winter 2014, Poetry
I almost speak a foreign language. The words that dribble from my tongue Bounce to the floor and back again. Oberhasli becomes brown and black, And I say Toggenburg but you hear Toggehasli, Which is almost correct, A type of rightness that lies In the...
Dec 13, 2014 | Fall/Winter 2014, Prose
The Professor waits at the backdoor of the slaughterhouse. The air is thick with morning fog. That’s the way it is in Vienna. That’s the way it is around slaughterhouses. Always fog. Who has ever seen a slaughterhouse in a gentle breeze and sunshine? No one. He...
Dec 12, 2014 | Fall/Winter 2014, Poetry
A day that will forever live in infamy. Sirens began, smoke fl ed the city and darkness is all that came. BOOM The streets crumbled in a fl ash of a second, ruining years of hard work. A day that changed each and every one of our lives sitting here today. Have you...
Dec 12, 2014 | Fall/Winter 2014, Prose
It’s 2:00 AM. You wake me and Anna up in the middle of the night. There’s no explanation offered, just a rushed demand. We don’t think anything of it. You’re our dad. You wake us up to watch Disney movies all night in the summer or in the middle of the night when...
Dec 12, 2014 | Fall/Winter 2014, Poetry
I want to be one of her patrons, a soul who has wandered off the path in life, who needs to be made new. I hear them calling— every minute, every hour, every day, and every night. She starts her sessions by asking for simple things, a name and the day they were born....
