March 2013

Roe v. Wade by Lois Bassen

boston south street station from distance at dusk

I crossed streets to find a grocery store, all the while imagining myself slipping in front of an oncoming truck. I wiped snow out of my eyes with tears, thinking at least that way my mother would never have to know about the forty days.

Trout by Ray Scanlon

old metal tackle box with rusty handle

Which was better: fishing with my grandfather or fishing with my grandson? I spent blissful days devoting all my spare neurons to contemplating the question, aided by the occasional mug of Laphroaig.