CANOES by Keith Moul |
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ANIRUHD—
he often makes this face like he is frowning, like the important thoughts he is thinking are causing him to frown believe you me he will say it twice sometimes three times so that you really believe him he will refer to himself in the third person on the phone, face to face, in emails re: not wanting to do karaoke he writes ani’s nephews cry when ani sings happy birthday for them a direct quote he is endearing. he grows on you like moss he is kind, but you'd better make sure there isn't any gelato dripped down the side of the trash can because he will see and make note of it, mentally ask the boss a question ask him: can we still make sundaes even though they aren't on the menu anymore? and he will say: to give you the short answer, yes he is always giving us the short answer but we are more curious about the long one —by Jess Charest |
MARBLES by Jacqueline Lindberg |
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A BALLAD by George Gott He loved babies. But when they became old enough to understand him he didn't like them anymore. He liked lovers. When they were out of their minds with love. But when they returned to their senses he didn't care for them at all. |
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