Raymond Cummings, Two Poems

Prelude to a Butterfly
Raymond Cummings

Cracked open, this new day spills
quartz teeth, Cadbury yolks, light.
Jujubes, grapefruit for breakfast; Continue reading “Raymond Cummings, Two Poems”

Francine Witte, Accident

Francine Witte

Stella was in the driver’s seat when the car just took over. She tried with all her strength to turn left, to avoid the parked red Chevy, but the car turned right and slammed into it.

Of course, Stella thought of the Twilight Zone. Of course, she smelled her own breath.

But she was sober, and this was real, real life. Continue reading “Francine Witte, Accident”

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