by Doug Van Hooser Lighten up! You’re not a funeral director. Don’t beas serious as a doctor visit, a 4 A M phone call.Quit writing poems that resonate like an obit. Tryto pull a rabbit out of a hat and smile when it’s a ferret.Be a public-address announcer, let everyone…
by Michael Sandler As I approached he stood haltingly, kyphotic and aged. Perhaps he saw my chest thrust, rodding my back as if to overcome the torque of my own crooking hinge, its rust and abrade. Over appetizers and wine, disquiet ran in background mode while routine smiles and talk…