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…
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The Visitor
Discomfort marked Charlene’s visits to Mrs. Harley; her need to change this bitter, forgotten woman approaching her death sent Charlene adrift, thinking after that one passage about Good Works requiring suffering. She’ll ask Father when they regroup. Mrs. Harley reached…