by Here Comes Everyone | Nov 3, 2018
For Oblivious Reasons Mary Courtney For oblivious reasons We Ritual. To oblate the mind from itself To soothe the self from being its mind To remove the victuals, bitter-meats difficult questions, difficult cancers – To balm the space for the trivial For...
by Here Comes Everyone | Oct 29, 2018
Ritual Gloria Heffernan It has to be the blue mug, the one that fits my hand like a chalice. The coffee runs through the brewer, and I stir in cinnamon until the aroma fills the room like incense. Maxwell trots into the kitchen to take his place by my...
by Here Comes Everyone | Oct 28, 2018
Milkman’s Tune Andrew Button Like a jukebox call, stirred from soundless dreams, they awake to his whistle and milk bottle chorus. His tunes thrown like Frisbees, echoed by radios in kitchens, occupants in cars to work, earphones on buses, office floor...
by Here Comes Everyone | Oct 27, 2018
An L-Shaped Room Elizabeth Gibson They say my room will be L-shaped next year, spacious, and I wonder: will it be big enough for you to drop by, the way you do, or the way you did and I wish you would again? They say the roof is slanted, with the bed tucked...
by Here Comes Everyone | Oct 26, 2018
A Song to Rest the Tired Dead Raine Geoghegan In memory of Celia Lane it is dusk she has come to wash the body a table is set by the bed a bowl of lavender water clean muslin cloths a white towel ‘too young for death’ she thinks as she removes all the...
