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Luke says goodbye

Written By Sarah-Jane Parker

We went to Bantam Woods to find ourselves Amongst the aging fire of leaves, Our wet toes where beetled crayfish delve Freckled fingers round each other weaves. Luke’s flannel flashed black and red, Smelling of deer and shanty smoke. A journey for leagues, we said. “I love you more than baseball”, he spoke. At six going on seven we withdrew; His parents fought and drank too much. His secret bruises only I knew, But my family’s move meant I would leave his c ......

Views: 354 | Comments: 0 | Submitted: Dec 08, 2006 @ 06:04 pm

Kathmandu Pariwaar

Written By Sarah-Jane Parker

We always has Chitwann mangoes at breakfast. Plump, green dollops between our mingled fingers , Laughing, hungover, on the bustling street, Smells of buff mo mo and daal baat , As its lunchtime but we’ve only just risen. Sticky thighs and love in Thamel We wander fish markets and rub Marigolds on our wrists. Chaahi: daina, bhaii. I don’t need chiyaa, or opium, or silk carpets; When you tap dance to make me laugh its enough. Tikka for luck and strong sons Yazmin for n ......

Views: 441 | Comments: 0 | Submitted: Dec 08, 2006 @ 06:02 pm

Cotillion

Written By Sarah-Jane Parker

A lady is never dressed without her pearls. Little luminescent clots at each ear That slip calcium crusted promises With gulps of briny water Into her pink nautilus ears; And drown girlish giggles, now ill-befitting. There is an ingrained expectation in their luster. Two copperhead eyes crouched expectantly With flicking tongues in their velvet bed, Jewel-toned as the perfume of ripe peach orchards Where girls part their nut-brown knees in summer Slow and hesitant as an oyster s ......

Views: 437 | Comments: 0 | Submitted: Dec 08, 2006 @ 05:51 pm

General Store

Written By Eric Fisher

It is 11:45 in Connecticut on a Sunday two days after our last day of school, yes it is 2004 and I go to the general store because I will meet friends for lunch at 12:00 as usual and at 1:00 we will split up to go about our day and I don’t know what I will do [photo 1] I walk up the cracked sidewalk from where I parked my car I have an iced tea and a sandwich and briefly look at the cover of the New York Times, just to get a glimpse of the world outside our small and quiet town. ......

Views: 384 | Comments: 0 | Submitted: Dec 06, 2006 @ 11:48 pm

It's Only a Test

Written By Eric Fisher

Today was the day that I had my test. It didn't go well, unlike what I planned? You can surely bet that I tried my best But I just can't work like that on demand! What if something's wrong? What if I don't pass? I should have been able to think this through! It's nothing different, it's just like the last. They said "don't worry" but yet I still do. I fear that there's too much expectation They're waiting for me to finish, I know I kept on losing my concentration! Somehow I tried ......

Views: 443 | Comments: 1 | Submitted: Dec 06, 2006 @ 11:14 pm