You Should Be Dancing From the Print
The ground seemed so much farther away than usual. The soles slid on the carpet. She felt like a little girl in her mother’s high heels. She did not feel sexy.
From the Print
End From the Print
Always late, and always your sleeves carefully folded. A cat knows the sunny spot.
The Boy Who Was Divided into Time Zones From the Print
In the mornings he pulled on the trousers of the day but could not choose between his corn belt and his bible belt.
Remember Floating From the Print
She asked me, “do you like Miss Donne?
You’re both girls. But my dad says that’s okay.”
Company From the Print
Les just sit togeddah, we talk story.
Bum by Aunty sing a song, but fo now goin talk story.
Bout a beudeeful girl who wen bump her hed, jus like you.
Security Lines From the Print
what if I can’t travel with
because of
oh you know
The Lightening Bugs From the Print
He said he had never smelled ground as rich as where he planted the bugs, so he knew he had found our new home.
Ghetto Ritual From the Print
“For Protection” he says smearing goop across my forehead. My father is a sculptor, And I am the wax figure he created. With the help of his rough working hands, On my face, he layers-on a sheet of Vaseline. Staring…
Simone (“Poupette”) Alizon From the Print
1 Poupette was no coquette, no French flirt. At seventeen she pedaled her velo from one end of Paris to the farther other, delivering news of the Résistance to the Résistance. Brave, yes. Foolish? Perhaps not— A pretty girl who…
What We Were From the Print
When the last ship vanished into the sky, afterburners flickering briefly in the dense black cloud ceiling that shrouded our world, there were fires. There were more of us then, and we poured, angry, through the streets, a human pyroclastic…