by Jim Tilley We are used to white birches in the forest growing straight and tall, but I passed by one in a yard, bent and twisted, branches curled downward to the ground before rising again, as if it had suffered too many ice storms and never recovered. Beside it, a lush sugar maple grown taller, dominating the…
by John Neal “You have such a lovely house,” Meg said. “Is it?” Kate said. The words were out of her mouth before she realized she should have simply said “thank you.” Now Meg was giving her a funny look, and then maybe she figured Kate was being modest because…
by Sam Hendrian A Saturday afternoon comprised Of coupon compromises Among stockroom on-the-clockers Who wish people knew how to read hours of operation. Lingerie shops compete To see who can best fetishize denim And which A-list actress turned B-list model Can master that “I don’t care” stare. Public displays of affection By eighth-grade graduates Who will still laugh…