Margaret had a tight mouth, small features and the personality to match, but she was in charge of the neighborhood committee, so she extended an invitation to the annual gathering at our mutual neighbor’s house across the street. They’d invited over the local policeman and a firefighter and all the dogs and children. It was [...]
Author Archives: Emma Straub
Like As If, Poetry by Bruce McRae
September 18, 2009 – 2:56 am
Is this the eye’s needle or the wind in a rag? Is this a muslin hedgerow or a delinquent Roman numeral? A cute little shillelagh, or is it kitty-kat porn? Attila’s airbrush or an ex-solstice window-shopping? A damaged kidney or a spectre sleeping in a lawnchair? I’m not quite sure if this is angel-wire or [...]
Leaving Chicago: a g-chat by Hallie Elizabeth Newton
May 21, 2009 – 9:16 am
He came in and everyone was like “Mike Mike Hi Mike” And he never said anything And then in the middle of some total loser’s story about nothing he was like, “Hey Seth I have a gift for you” and pulled out a rubber coffee top And “Seth” (in a red Patagonia and goggles, no [...]
