
Contributed By: Nicholas Cormier III
wobbling from some near-by breeze / reaching down as the hillside / where her shadow should be
I flew to Florida because Laura, my cousin, my best and only friend, insisted I had to. The family was gathering for her mother’s funeral. I didn’t want to go—trembled when I thought of the ghosts waiting at the cemetery. Ghosts of my past were better left interred. But Laura dug her heels into my […]
It’s pouring. Mom’s pregnant again, on bed rest. Kindergarten and first grade. We’re allowed to walk to school. Alone. He says he watched us from the window. Leave the house in our yellow slickers. Cross the street. Turn right. Holding hands. He’s brought this memory up so many times— My big brother. Me. […]