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Fiction
Living In Lotus
Ever since the therapist said, “Rebecca, if only you’d let go once in a while, relax, flow, you’d be a lot happier,” I’d been trying to write in the lotus position.
August 1989Fiction
Summer
The summer I was fifteen my father moved out, my breasts grew in, and my mother told me to call her Eve.
July 1989Fiction
My Date With Marilyn
It must have been a real publicity bust for Marilyn and her people. I mean, here it is thirty years later, and I’ve never seen anything about it in all the flood of words about her since.
July 1989Fiction
Buddy’s Story
A few old men were sitting in front of the store, watching a car come through the heat waves. The buzzards rose up from a dead dog to let it pass.
July 1989Fiction
The Things We Learn
I know what he learns in church: Jews killed Christ. He knows what I learn in Temple: how to kill Christ and get away with it.
June 1989Fiction
Yahbo The Hawk
Again and again he flew against the window so mercilessly I was scared he would break his neck. Then his eyes glowed with wrath.
June 1989Fiction
Leaving The Dead
My mother wanted to flush our pet goldfish down the toilet. My brother and I thought we at least ought to look after its death since we hadn’t done much for its short life.
June 1989Fiction
Mary Unger, Empty
Mary waits at the foot of the stairs. She means to go up the stairs and back to bed but feels too exhausted to make the climb.
May 1989Fiction
Man Made
Take note, Father, for I have sinned, for relentlessly thinking of his warm body while hers lies cold. For looking beyond this day and this tree-lined cemetery and expecting nothing. For feeling just the aching cold and ill-fitting shoes. For wanting to see his face and know the truth.
May 1989Fiction
Lord Shantih
A seeker once approached the Lord Shantih to ask a question. But Lord Shantih was repairing his sandal strap, which had come loose.
May 1989
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