by Neesa Suncheuri
I command you.
Look into the sky, gaze past the millions of miles
At the sun, its bright round face
Impossible to visit.
You fall down from the heavens, the
Crisp, knifing sky has no form,
Its horizon wobbles,
Gravity pulls you into its central source,
Beyond Earth’s level ground,
Into the globe’s central core, a
Metallic pit of a seed, the
Root of all evil.
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by Valarie Kinney
Often, people celebrate anniversaries with dinner out, champagne, maybe a dozen roses.
Today I am trudging through a different sort of anniversary, and it’s hard.
Early in the spring three years ago, my sister complained of shoulder pain. It was in her shoulder blade, she said. Kept her up at night. She went to our doctor, who thought it likely my sister had been a waitress too long. “You’re pushing fifty, Charlotte,” she said, “you’ve been doing this over thirty years. You might need to consider a job change.” But the pain continued and the anti-inflammatories didn’t help, so my sister went back a week or so later. The doctor ordered an x-ray. The radiologist noted something, some sort of mass, in her left lung. Suddenly, there was a flurry of appointments, and in a very short time, we knew there was a tumor in her lung, the size of a grapefruit. It had already eaten through three ribs and part of her spine.
Continue reading When Green Day’s on the Radio
…Life, the Universe and Everything
According to the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, the answer to the ultimate question of Life, the Universe and Everything is…
I turned forty-two in February of this year, and I think I expected an epiphany or two – thanks to Douglas Adams. Sadly, nothing really epiphanized in my brain, so I contemplated my forty-two years and wondered if I’d done okay. During these moments of wondering I happened to watch a clip of some awards thing where Meryl Streep was being honored. Of course, the internet being the swirling vortex of distraction it is, I had to look at the IMDB and Wikipedia and learn more about Meryl…and that’s when John Cazale’s name popped up.
Continue reading “A flame that burns twice as bright…”