by Angie Powers | Nov 30, 2011 | Magazine Vol. 1
“I tell you, the headache was awful” They sat there, waiting for me and sipping espresso, bickering like the old women that they were, creating such a noise that my head burned with what they hurled out: Demeter wanted to switch with Galatea and Artemis wanted to...
by Angie Powers | Nov 29, 2011 | Magazine Vol. 1
untitled I will never forget watching that woman on TV with painted brows, her hair dyed right out from the department store bottle, her shoes clacking on the hard wood floor, blow a breezy kiss from the palm of her hand at her shackled son, tethered to the defense...
by Angie Powers | Nov 28, 2011 | Magazine Vol. 1
“to the girl who jaywalked in front of me in the rain” I wish nothing but your continued happiness even as you flip your fingers and scold me openly, your mascara thickly streaking the cheekbones and the jaw, lipstick smeared on the teeth – I wish you punctuality and...
by Angie Powers | Nov 27, 2011 | Magazine Vol. 1
Girl who married in As fractured and complicated as a puzzle, she was the one with the smile that lingered long after she had left the room; we could always be certain of her, like death and taxes, never to talk back; no guise of a metaphor or a simile, always...
by Angie Powers | Nov 26, 2011 | Magazine Vol. 1
What happened to the girl who disappeared She became a Fibonacci flower, the lowest on the totem, the strongest within coffee, satirical propaganda blared out before the cease fire; the burden of soot on a chimney, slang for a continent; another word for a bird’s...
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