...? He’s wild and nobody’s pet, but here he is beside me anyway. It’s cold. My coat is blue cashmere, soft and warm. I take my hand out of the pocket to find a tiny clay woman nestled in my palm. Her proportions are perfect and her features are true in each wee detail, including hair and lashes...

..., Kierkegaard’s philosophy. Goldschmidt also wrote the first Seinfeld episode (you remember Jerry’s girlfriend and the pirate shirt?) with Kierkegaard cast as Cosmo Kramer: I had ordered a winter coat at Fahrner’s, the fashionable tailor of the day, and because I was uncertain...

... and mouths Enough! at me. I take Eliot to the coat room and tell him that next time he should ask Gina if she wants to try some. If she refuses, he can offer it to Carole instead. Eliot whips his head back and forth. No! Just Gina! he spits. October 07, afternoon pickup: Gina s mother asks hesitantly...

... in bathing suits, framed by prices for getaways to Corsica, Ibiza, and Tunisia. As she fumbled in her coat pocket for a tissue, she felt a bump to her left, turned, and saw the receding back of a woman sheathed in a bulky coat, but thought nothing of it until she reached for her wallet and realized...

... on layaway. One of my signal images from that short time in Boston is Belle making a big loop of Scotch tape and using it to remove cat hair from her new camel hair coat. She would brush the coat fondly and hang it up on a hanger on the curtain. “I bought that coat on time,” she would say, proudly...

... was going to murder princes I d bury them in the garden and plant a tree to say sorry I killed you. But it s probably better not to murder people, whether they are princes or not. e Tower is not a place I would want to be locked up in. I look out of the window. Rain. I put on my coat, leave the house...

.... They are my father's children, he thought. But not my sisters, not my brothers. They are more my father's children than I am, he thought. He stroked the ewe closest, pulled his fingers through its tumbled coat like his sister pulled her comb through her hair before slipping into bed at night. He envied them...

... a cub. It was three feet tall and nearly as wide. The beaked sedge at the edge of the clearing tick­ led its nose. Its coat was ashy brown with a white marking around the throat. It romped around its mother’s feet as she approached the apple tree. She was thin. Disturbingly thin. Her skin hung...

... genius and pin all four stars to my blue coat that Libbie will clean and press with her own hands—but now the guns’ ivory handles lie cool against my skin and before me stands my assassin, the man I have missed with each damn shot—he levels his rifle and all I have left is this one prayer...

...Mike White © 2006 the minnesota review 2006 the minnesota review Mike White. Mint Condition my memory of that postage stamp and its tiny blue-coated soldier propped stiffly against a big floweringtre e musket lying still...

... back, strong limbs, and short, tight-fitting coat. His well-developed muscles are clean, hard, and appear smooth under taut skin. His movements denote energy. The gait is firm yet elastic, the stride free and ground-covering, the carriage proud.” The perfect Welsh...

...Ed Skoog © 2014 Ed Skoog 2014 Ed Skoog Houses are feelings. I saw one and you were in it.    Then one Christmas we walked to the always-drawing river in big coats and that   collateral of deer bone & fur was a house. I think hit...

.... Wine cork imprinted with a counterfeit coat of arms, or tarantula, albeit speck spider sized, but a tarantula all the same. Ha! The same damnations that fueled Little Boy fuel you & me this very moment. The same, pure O2 molecules that buried Plato...

...Jonathan Andrew Pérez Copyright © 2021 Jonathan Andrew Pérez 2021 Jonathan Andrew Pérez A Historiography of Hart Island Some of the Land farmed under peonage of Slavery had later become the Virginia Country Club. The Case for Reparations, Ta-Nehisi Coates, Atlantic Monthly The Italian wall...

... by the tick in a well-lit box. Beside me, my fellows lift their heads to scan the horizon, breathe the air. Cut off from feed, barred from warmth, we’ve pulled on coats over shorn shoulders, jumped the fence. Here, on the loose, the sky...

... on the bench. And breathe. And wipe my eyes. A glass installer walks by. A reflected sun circle runs along the sand, over me, over the grass, over the baby in a wicker carriage, over my old neighbor chasing the pain out of her wrinkled, calcifying mask. This old one s crept out in her antediluvian coat...

...John McCarthy © 2015 John McCarthy 2015 John McCarthy Pickup Truck #5 All the trees in Illinois are frayed nerve endings and it is fifteen degrees. You will hide inside your body until your coat stops shivering. The heater, in this truck, has not worked...

...Amy Fleury © 2012 by Virginia Tech 2012 Amy Fleury The Fort When we’d grown bored of the birth-slick piglets squirming in the farrowing house’s false heat, we left to climb the gate and gallop through pasture, coats hung open, our hands October raw. Crossing...

... into my sleep, flocks of butterflies broke my skin and I was shatter where I stood, a whole constellation of wondering if I could throw myself to the sky, coat it with urgent wishes you’d see that I missed you, that the barter was unfair, that you mistook me for sheep. ...

... language grew sticky, coated our coaxing tongues. My girl. What we prefer is the forest, where the mosquitoes seem almost honorable, yielding clearly to death: one belly-up on the hot dash. Another in the tent, when after sex I trace its slow flight, pinch the ballasted belly between two fingers. Bright...