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Blind-Born Fish

Blind-Born Fish

If I were a blind-born fish Pale and listless on deep sea cliff, Never to know the heat of sun Nor the thin white feel of day, I could never dream of that called warm Nor vision a heat-scorched sand. I see in this colored day While sitting in filtered noontime sun, A world all […]

Baklava on the Kitchen Table

Baklava on the Kitchen Table

Fruit flies hovered over the ooze of the honey syrup. Crumbled walnuts mimicked broken teeth. No one touched them. The paper thin filo dough became wrinkled, and Mother kept pushing the plate to the center of the table. During breakfast, I placed olive seeds next to the fallen pistachios. Mother removed them with irritation and […]

Writing Our Future

Writing Our Future

      “Writing Our Future” by Esther Bradley-DeTally December 13, 2016 Tattered nerves on a planet gone flat as in air out of bicycle tire, or thin conversations conveying empty space. Ain’t it awful?  It’s been done before. Nasty Nero and his violin and Caligula, that besotted fool committed unspeakable acts of horror, all […]

Right to Bear Arms vs. Right to Life

Right to Bear Arms vs. Right to Life

  While perusing Facebook on Saturday, I read an article about the young singer from The Voice who was shot by a deranged man while signing autographs after a performance. In the 24 hours after that shooting, seven random people were shot and killed in unrelated events in LA. I read about that on Sunday morning […]

Till the Very End

Till the Very End

  “98 Year-Old Vet Dresses in Uniform One Last Time On Veteran’s Day, Dies Hours Later” —Huffington Post, November 2014 Master Sergeant Justus straightens his lapels at noon, salutes the nurse, and rests against his weary pillow. Colors swim in Master Sergeant dreams— blue of smoke, white of bone, red of sundered limbs. His leathered […]

All Aboard! Welcome to My Canoe, My Train, My Plane, My Journey

All Aboard! Welcome to My Canoe, My Train, My Plane, My Journey

  “So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.” Mark Twain     All Aboard! Welcome to my canoe, my train, my plane, my journey I am on airplanes a lot. So I thought I knew what turbulence was when, on my […]

Life’s Own Colors Darken

Life’s Own Colors Darken

Words slather with mucus, too much eating Crocodile meat. Words splatter against a sky once light as bisque cups holding hope. Now, life’s own colors darken, by word-stains of politicians from whose lexicon flee words like “justice, integrity, humanity, and the phrase “Do unto others,” hides under a rock somewhere, looking for Mars, Venus, or […]

The Walled Wife

The Walled Wife

      Footnote #2 (must): This Part Doesn’t Actually Happen in the “Ballad of the Walled-Up Wife,” but I punish the queens anyway The littlest sister leaves; her baby cries. Eventually, the sisters swaddle him to near collapse. He can barely breathe, much less bawl himself to sleep. By the time his mother is […]

Math

Math

      “Math” by Carla Hensley   Job interview in Santa Monica. I can do this. Blonde-surfer-type-USC-graduate-run startup. I walk in confident: Latina, woman, moderate heels. Yes, it says I have a Math degree, but I am human after all and my otherness weighs more heavily than my confidence. I wish USC-graduate-surfer-boy were a […]

Birds

Birds

I hear the red robins’ and house sparrows’ wake up call; they’re not soft but shrieking, piercing whistles. The doves’ coos can shroud them all; their songs are gentle, friendly bristles. I wouldn’t mind a magpie concert; these lovely birds know their notes. After waking up, their songs keep me alert, so I can enjoy […]

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