The Little League World Series: First Play
Teams crowd the hills, fill in the land along the river, uniforms, like patches of colorful cows amidst the fields. All the corn points…
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H.G. Who?
“I’m going back in the time machine; I’ll be right back,” my daughter hollers from the backyard when it’s time to set the table….
Read MoreDividing a dying woman’s land
Her eyes blur the fields. She shrinks to a seed, forgets to speak, forgets to say how footprints till the layers of her brain,…
Read MoreBetween States
Twenty miles into Ohio, sky shifts downward, opens wide to hide hills, pries the “hi” from the sides of its name. There a man…
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Pennsylvania round in four parts
Editor’s Note: The following is an excerpt from the collection of short stories What She Was Saying by Marjorie Maddox (Fomite, 2017). I. Before…
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And then
The night she turned 40, she stopped speaking. Suddenly. Unplanned. The night unexpectantly there. Waiting. The night she turned. Not the morning filled with…
Read MoreAfternoon Nap
My daughter dreams breasts, lip-synching lunch. I am the large one beside her, a sleepy parenthesis curl for her appetite. Like a sleepwalker descending…
Read MoreThe JC Penney Advertisment
shouts 4-Hour Doorbusters in headliner arrogance above the full-color page of bras jutting out at any middle-aged onlooker unaware of ironic intent. My six-year-old daughter…
Read MoreRelocation: The Building of the Dyke Levee
Again, I ask the young, bright in muscles and orange hats as they stack concrete and lean away from the river to plant their…
Read MoreBuilding
“The youth gets together his materials to build a bridge to the moon….the middle-aged man concludes to build a woodshed with them.” – H….
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