Truth
Terrance Hayes - { Black Confederate Ghost Story }
Shannon Elizabeth Hardwick - { Worst of It }
Jay Sefton - { I’ll Have a White Zinfandel }
Jeff Boyle - { Apostrophe }{ The Thing Is }{ Domesticity }{ Constantly Approaching Zero }
Reesa Grushka - { Horses }{ Prayer }{ Constellations }
Liz Howort - { Words on Which I Float }
Bernadette McComish - { The Gospel of Donna }
Sarah Heller - { Leaving Egypt }{ Ars Novelica }{ Company }
Untruth
Jeff Friedman - { Willhem of Hands }{ Power Point }{ Pillar of Salt }{ Home Magic }
Syreeta McFadden - { Wingman }
David Ebenbach - { First Flowers }{ The Four Seasons Club }
We Don't Know and They
Won't Tell Us
Shannon Elizabeth Hardwick - { What Man Made }{ Francine Hates Antique Stores for Their Bowls of Lemons }{ How a Home is Made }
Ronda Muir - { Names from History }
John Findura - { Adrienne, I Heard You Were Trapped }{ My Fascination With Mercedes }{ Recharging the Batteries }
Michelle Campagna - { Salt }{ History of an American Face }{ Firebird }{ Satellite }
| Company by Sarah Heller |
A goblin jumps up and down in the car.
I’m driving, jumpy, talking on the phone,
eating trail mix, turning the radio on and off.
I can’t remember the call numbers
for the good radio stations
so I keep scanning and scanning but no song is quite
the one I want to hear.
I notice what I’m doing –
calling old friends, talking to myself,
and I stop everything.
I take the one headphone out of my ear,
turn the radio off,
say, without turning, what is it?
There are other beings in the car.
See, language is so strong. I don’t want to say the wrong thing.
