The passengers deboard the late night Air China flight from Beijing onto the empty tarmac and walk languidly toward the terminal. Amidst the ant-like trail of humans, two westerners stand out: myself and a pale-skinned man in his mid-forties who towers above the Asians. With an odd familiarity, we briefly glance at each other. I […]
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One of my geraniums tried to commit suicide today. It jumped off the windowsill to the street below. I found it lying there, gasping for life. Who knows how long? Hours? How many people walked on by and stared? The dirt was dry and one of it’s branches snapped. I thought about leaving it there.
The cukes are in collusion with the zucchinis: We’ll grow when your back is turned And crowd out the basil and carrots, Leaving you with green torpedoes To aim at your neighbors. *** Stephanie Djock is a writer based in St. Paul, Minnesota, where she lives with her husband and an ever-expanding orchid collection and garden.
You simmer In my synapses, You boil In my blood– If I had to Pick a word for it, I might just call it “Love.” *** Magnolia Cook is a writer from the Colorado Springs area.
Smoke billows Ice clinks The clickity-clack of the Remington Like a train on the tracks Speeding into the next The ding signals the end Heels slip on And she is gone *** Amy Harrison is an artist who loves all things vintage and coffee. She currently resides in Colorado Springs with her husband, hound dog,