“My Husband Had a Name Once and So Did My Son” by Abby Horowitz (fiction, ’15)

A story by Abby Horowitz (fiction, ’15) appears in Memorious:

 

My Husband Had a Name Once and So Did My Son

          When I come home at night from yoga, I am so heartless, I cannot even pet the dog. I would rather sit on my hands than reach out to touch his fur, even when he nuzzles next to me on the couch.

        Why are you sitting like that? my husband asks. Isn’t that uncomfortable?

I’m practicing, I say.

         My husband does not ask: For what? Once we danced around this room rehearsing the tango for our wedding. Now he picks up the crumpled tissues scattered about the living room floor. [… continue reading here.]

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“Dom Flemons and the Unsung Stories of America” by Nick Fox (fiction, ’09)

An article by Nick Fox (fiction, ’09) appears in the Music section of Waxwing:

 

Dom Flemons and the Unsung Stories of America

Dom Flemons isn’t exaggerating when he says I’ve caught him at a good time. A week earlier, he played his first show in his hometown of Phoenix since he left Arizona in 2005. A few days later, he took the stage at the Ryman Auditorium in Nashville for a New Year’s Eve performance which was picked up and broadcast on the Grand Ole Opry. All of this closing out a year in which he was named to the board of directors of Folk Alliance International and performed on the Washington Mall as part of the grand opening of the National Museum of African American Heritage and Culture. [… continue reading here.]

 

 

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“My Parents Are Cruel to My Brother” by Robin Black (fiction, ’05)

A story by Robin Black (fiction, ‘05) appears in Waxwing:

 

My Parents Are Cruel to My Brother

My parents are cruel to my brother. He says they are cruel to me too, but that I have, we both have, become blind and deaf and numb to their cruelty — for ourselves, not for the other. He says that we have switched our skins so I feel his hurt and he feels mine. He says that when they stand close to him, he isn’t there, when they are near enough to breathe on me, I disappear. He says I don’t remember, because you don’t. He says it is like death that way. [… continue reading here.]

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“Sleeping Bear: An Autobiographical Fable” by Fred Arroyo (fiction, ’97)

A story by Fred Arroyo (fiction, ’97) appears in Waxwing:

 

Sleeping Bear: An Autobiographical Fable

At the river’s mouth, where it poured brown with glints of iron into Lake Superior, the father stumbled on a lump of black coarse fur. It didn’t look soft enough for a dog, the shape of the upper shoulder too large for cat or raccoon, its arm streaked with a line of gold fur. Down on his knees the father cleared away the cold wet sand with a piece of driftwood, and in the bluing evening light he found the cub’s head, his eyes closed, his nostrils filled with sand, his paws frozen in the scoop of swimming through the wailing storm of the night before, or running along the shore as he bawled for his mother.  [… continue reading here.]

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“Empire Ekphrasis,” a series of poems by Shadab Zeest Hashmi (poetry, ’09)

A series of poems by Shadab Zeest Hashmi (poetry, ’09) appears in Mudlark:

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William Morris, Strawberry Thief (textile design)

Strawberry Thief Singing

The thrush, caught jubilant, after stealing 
ripe fruit from the artist’s garden, goes to 
a prison of textile, serves a sentence 
of centuries in cotton, needles passing 
through her feathers, stitches on the sigh
(or the ghost of song) in her bill, on wings.
She will be stretched on Raj furniture
across the commonwealth, a souvenir
in chintz, her crime displayed on bedspreads.
She will hang from windows, a doll of the wind.
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