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Old Woman’s Pivot Story

When they pulled him from the Grand half- drowned, we thought he was safe. He ate boiled cabbage and potatoes. He worked in the barn. But the river broke my brother’s heart. Only a week later, he fell in the…

Brain Surgery

By the time the ambulance drew up at the Emergency entrance to the hospital, I couldn’t wait to get away from the havoc I had wrought inside the gleaming interior: stainless steel doors, sterile surfaces and starchy sheets, all liberally…

Planting My Father

I stop when I see the small black box; all that remains of the body I kissed goodbye. I can’t put you on the mantel as my sister asks; I find more peace sliding you into my mother’s desk until…

Still Life with Polar Bears

After the end of third grade, after my birthday, after Grandma Lois died, but before we flew to America, Dad took me to the Warsaw Zoo. It was the morning and a weekday. Dad wasn’t going to work, and I…

The Last Thing I Do for My Mother

          i. We made light of it—her pressing need, creases sharp as pain, even jeans. Spray bottle, television, for nearly 40 years a cigarette yet never an accidental burn on the cloth she tortured into shape.…

The Café de l’Espérance

It was February, 1992, when I stood in my raincoat with my two suitcases in front of a locked courtyard gate in the 9th arrondissement. The airport taxi vanished, leaving me alone on the deserted street. The digicode I had…

Diamonds on the Soles of Her Shoes

For BAB Fourth of July, 1987. Oh say can you see We donated her corneas, the only organs undamaged. A man in Wisconsin saw his toddler granddaughter for the first time. Nobody raced to pick up the phone when it…

Acceptance

And you’re still gone now that we’ve turned Our eyes and tears and look ahead To birthdays, movies, money earned And spent… but you are dead. — Juleigh Howard-Hobson Juleigh Howard-Hobson’s poetry has appeared in Poemeleon, Trinacria, The Lyric, The New…