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The Juggler

The Juggler

The Juggler by Cheryl Klein Every night, Amalia Reyna prayed to Saint Julian to make her reborn. As whom or what, she didn’t know, so that was part of her prayer: Dear Saint Julian in Heaven, make me…. Then her thoughts would trail off. She’d found the candle at the corner store one day when [...]

The Restaurant

The Restaurant

As soon as she hears his key click, the sound of the bolt moving, and the door opening, she wipes her wet hands on her faded flowered apron and walks from the kitchen towards the front of their long narrow house in west London. The glass in the front door rattles against its scratchy wooden [...]

Clip of Wing

Clip of Wing

I hadn’t seen Wing in perhaps four years, but he remembered me when I came last week and silently motioned me to his chair. I explained I had not come for a haircut this time but would like to hear his stories so I could write about him. He consented, but only to answer direct [...]

Coyote

Coyote

Coyote could eat me in one snap, maybe two, okay four, but not more than ten, Friend crow, calls me, “Listen up, drifter, see the pale bristle at seven o’clock,” Twin marbles meeting mine, I am meat if the cad but dares, the sycamores will not tell, the summer children lay sleeping, until hunger wakes [...]

Backyard Picnic

Backyard Picnic

This is not how it happened; it was starkly different. Velvety green evening, luminous white damask tablecloth spread on the dark grass. This summer evening is a little cool, children run and laugh as they ferry chilled plates of salad and cold sliced meats out of the bright kitchen door. In the warm light spilling [...]

Forgiveness

Forgiveness

To everything but anguish the mind will soon adjust…Roger White   After a great wound no feeling comes A white hot pain settles upon you You stand in the fire of agony shivering “Forgive them Father, they know not what they do,” is a whispered voice, wrapped in cumulous clouds, Tributaries of feeling blocked, the [...]

In Autumn

In Autumn

Janie starts insisting that we need two cords of wood to get us through the winter. We have lived in our wood-heated house in Waitsfield, Vermont under the green foothills of Glen Ellen Mountain all spring, summer, and early fall awaiting the birth of Janie’s baby. We moved here together so I could help her [...]

May I…?

May I…?

May I Have This Last Dance, Mr. Banana Nose? I cannot remember not loathing Sunday school. And much of that loathing, more than likely, stemmed from the fact that I wasn’t a cool kid. I was as far from cool as a screaming tea kettle from a popsicle – a shy, socially awkward, irremediably klutzy, [...]

On Hold

On Hold

Phone rings 3:10 a.m. dad in hospital come now heart races little girl in white dress snaps to attention 3,000 miles last seat on flight feels different this time frail man in a chair my knees want to buckle hi dad I’m here Gerdie is that you? Yes, it’s me I feel him slipping away [...]

Keeping Sane, and Other Aspirations

Keeping Sane, and Other Aspirations

(Excerpt from a novel-in-progress) Although I am only eleven years old and one would think that young, blank canvas, nascent minds would be constantly in motion with new ideas, fun amusements, and creative endeavors, sometimes I need a mind-numbing pastime. Thank God for TV. It can’t get more anesthetizing than that (I’ll admit I had to [...]

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