Canisters
your mom had a set of redcanisters, one for flour, one forsugar, one for coffee, and anotherfor tea but she didn’t keep tea in it.the…
Author: Sheila Stowers
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There Are Always Mirrors
mirrors hide the smokein eternity, reflecting backdanger upon dangersmall children dyingin bright sunshine a crime, to be sure and witnesses, galore back to the mysteryof…
Second Cup
I poured more coffee intomy cup, watched it flow downbrowner than theMississippi–and just as sweet.I slipped along the banks,borrowed a boat,so I, too, could floatto…
Unbaked
skins grows softlike doughafter a lifetime of baking– time kneads uswith two fists. It’s strange:we crust and flakethen roll out of the ovenbackwards. It frightens…
Homespun Tattoo
I carvedyour faceinto my armwitha safety pin I thought it would make mebeautiful in your eyes But yousuggestedI wearlong sleeves.
Buffy Goes Fishing
because even slayersneed a break sometimes. She pokes a plastic wormwith an evil-looking hook(the mustard guts in real wormsgive her the wiggins) and sits content…
Vinyl Notes
remember when musicsprawled on your floorlike a teenager soaked in blue and you were a cat, nine liveshammering— eyes closedtight on one and threepainted toes…
Clearing Moo Noodles
Although Sarah MacDonald’s skull was bashed in a little on one side, the rest of her head remained relatively intact. The same could not be…
King of the Snipes
I didn’t want to go along with the snipe hunt in the first place, and after we were home, safe in the Jacksons’ finished basement…