by Adeline Macdonald Clean steam iron the linen sheets, white and crisp and beautiful and without fault or fold White walls upon white walls with nothing to upset you or hurt you or make you cry or want to leave or want to think Do you love it? Is it…
By Michael Finn A Grandma punched another Grandma In the face. She knocked her down And made her bleed Profusely. She did it for Love. Twisted horns jutted beneath crusty scalp. Grandma’s piercing, shrilling, thundered, “Stay Down you old bitch!” Grandma’s crucifix flipped upside down…