My friend said, “Death Café? Can’t they call it something else?”
I said, ”That’s the point. Nobody talks about death.”
... Read at Blog of Trinity Presbyterian Church (USA) Hendersonville, NC
Posted April 13, 2023
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I knew something was wrong with the baby as soon as Kali laid it in my arms. A solid sack of flour. The baby looked at me with flat, pale eyes. Not a wiggle. The puff of white hair on its little head stood out as sparse as dandelion fluff. I didn’t know what to say.
AvantAppl[achia], Is(sue) 12, December 2022
There is not a single thing to say about the old man that we haven’t said. My brother is still passing the whiskey, but we’ve all gone silent. My uncle Charlie, my dad’s older brother, leans his elbows on his knees. He’s so drunk he can barely sit. The other men are old as well except for my brother Ralph who is two years younger. Ralph is holding his liquor so far, but his eyes look a little glassy. I can drink them all under the table, so I bide my time.
(Avalon Literary Review Fall 2022)
“Hello! Qué? What!” The squat man shouted into the phone as if the volume would increase the chances of him being understood. The red light from the control panel in the pilot house lit his scowling Mayan face against the black night outside. Next to him, the pilot leaned back in his comfortable swivel chair watching the panel of instruments glowing carmine in the night and cleaning his fingernails with a knife.
"Alien." Potato Soup Journal. October 22, 2021.
If we were smart, we would have been in bed asleep since it was almost tomorrow. The three of us just sat by the firepit shivering, passing a pint of whiskey. Andy’s voice rose above the sound of the waves lapping up against the boats and the boats knocking up against the dock of the marina.
“Wherever You Go.” North Carolina Literary Review. East Carolina University. 2021. (78)
I’d been working at the Piggly-Wiggly about six weeks when Mr. Blocker threw the can. I was stocking TP when I first saw it sailing over the paper products aisle, slow motion like a movie. It was a 26 ounce can of Delmonte baby peas with the green label.
Southern Women’s Review. vol. 2, issue 2, January 2010, p. 56. (Fiction)
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Literature
Science explores the construction of the world. Literature is about the meaning of the finished construction. We read to explore the meaning of our lives in this created world, particularly about the people in it and their place within the frame of our own experience. We seldom look outside the frame; most often we gaze into our navels. When we do look outside, at the sky, for example, we are often awe-struck, and silent. Only…
