...Daniel Lassell Daniel Lassell Mom Woke to a Coyote Staring in Her Window And now I hear the pack, wayward, yipping along the fences, the llamas pastures. I hurl myself with my siblings down a long string of gravel into darkness without a weapon, only our yelling. We tumble our arms into air...

...Jacob Newberry © 2013 Jacob Newberry 2013 Jacob Newberry Before Long What I remember from the drive is that the sun was shining like a bronze star descending in the horizon. My mother was looking out the window while my brother drove too fast, and everything was like Monet: just...

... having rocking chairs on. There are two windows downstairs, the door's in the center, and one short three- paned window that looks like it pushed up out of the roof, like one of those car headlights that, when turned on, rises from the vehicle's hood. In our house it's the window in my office...

... window, splashing and talking to imaginary sailors on his toy boat. From closer comes the clatter of dishes as his wife clears the kitchen table. He has come back outside to water the roses, or so he has told her, but after turning on the sprinkler, he makes no move toward the door. He...

... the shock of the flashlight beam had sent it bolting back into the marsh- land, back into the storm-savaged wastes that fringed the island. All he had to do was get to his car, twenty yards away. But he had no clear view of the front yard. The windows were all covered over. His only view...

... settlers. I said: What I see is the painful smallness of your window on the world. Barely a slit in the wall. The scantest sliver of light. Enlarge your window, I said. Swing a sledgehammer through the brick. Make a jagged hole at least two hundred years wider. See European migrants storm the borders...

... harmonies. minnesota review 101 (2023) DOI 10.1215/00265667-10770107 © 2023 Loretta McCormick 11 12 the minnesota review If you want to make an asshole out of yourself, that s your choice, the old man said. He started hacking as he rolled down the window and spat out a gob of mucus before lighting...

..., she says, which is why she isn t on the excavation with the rest of them. I can t blame her. The others come back when the sun is slanting low through the high windows, and they are covered in layers of dirt and sweat, red in the face and exhausted. But they bring boxes of things that Elizabeth...

... for Rural Areas .” New York Times , October 19 . Kelling George L. Wilson James Q. 1982 . “ Broken Windows: The Police and Neighborhood Safety .” Atlantic , March . www.theatlantic.com/magazine/archive/1982/03/broken-windows/304465/ . Leary Warren E. 1994 . “ Cancer...

..., snapping gum, mouthing things. "What?" he said, shouting over the engines baritone drone, the wind flapping in the windows like a sheet. "I love the Giant Slide!" "I don't think it's open!" "Let's ride it!" "Let's just make the delivery and go! We're on a schedule...

...Laura Wetherington © 2013 Laura Wetherington 2013 Laura Wetherington When you come open, liquid like the morning lake, I swallow up the shadows I play cold moon after Paul Claudel A little younger, a little window, what little else to do. A brute mansion...

... of the class and draw a piece of paper with a question on it from the teacher’s jar. It used to be a lolly jar that belonged to her son. He died on the line. She told us he was twenty. They buried his body on the school’s soccer pitch. I can see the pitch through the classroom’s windows. We’re...

... like the flyer; they had followed a whole trail of discarded things north to a location stripped bare of its tree trunks, where men threw wrenches out of open windows until all of the cops were gone. Now we all have dreams that we’re at a party in Billy Durant’s driveway when someone starts...

... of vegetable oil. 60 Minutes would come on in a half an hour. A soggy sunny day had leaked into nighttime. That was the weekend when spring felt close for the first time, and I’d opened all my windows to let it in. My house had a raw cold feel to it, but I didn’t notice until I...

...Jay Udall © 2014 Jay Udall 2014 Jay Udall Jesus Walks in Blue above Louisiana over the jails and prisons we build for our young dark-skinned men, two white gloves reach through a window, finger accordion for the dancing light-skinned crowd inside, inside the gloves...

..., it was Jenny, too, and I swear she had the voice of an angel. When I gained conscious- ness, I knew what I had to do. Late that night when everyone had gone to bed, I went over to Jenny’s house, snuck over in back with my guitar, and serenaded her from under her bedroom window: “Bad, bad...

...Kent Shaw © 2011 Kent Shaw 2011 Kent Shaw Vesuvius, There Are Easier Ways to Make Friends It was an installation of thrushes. Each household had to have corpses of birds. And rags. There was a bounty of thrushes and madras pressing at the windows, from inside, cotton bolls, too, pressed...

... in the front window. The car and the house don’t match, Alex thinks. It’s like a homeless guy wearing a tuxedo, like a twelve- year-old smoking a cigar. It is like a Baked Alaska, a dessert Alex has heard about from his brothers but never tasted himself. The house is as it always was: peeling paint...

...P. Ivan Young Copyright © 2020 P. Ivan Young 2020 P. Ivan Young The Bone Farmer But I am a farmer of bones. Thomas McGrath, Letter to an Imaginary Friend The winter frost accretes Hard rime of the soil And I watch the window of sun how it flickers each day like something slowly Coming...

...Yvanna Vien Tica [email protected] Copyright © 2024 Yvanna Vien Tica 2024 Nanay, I wanted to let you know that before I left for my flight to the US this morning, I kissed your chair and watched it stay empty. There's an apparition in the window the dust motes love, and I...