Category: April 2017

I Take It Back by Warren Merkel

We make eye contact. What looks like raw fear is slicked across your face. I want to say, It’s okay, I won’t hurt you…

My mother called her brother’s scissors “the scissors” because they were the only ones we had.

Crows line up like racecars at the grand prix, one after the other, pushing their way forward.

Mothers are responsible for salads. Dozens of salads in a motley crew of bowls dug from the back of the cabinet for the occasion…

I care for my mother, who was—is?—very beautiful, very brilliant, very talented. She was a champion ice-skater at Rockefeller Plaza in the 1940s…

My husband kisses my painted lips and hands me a bouquet of orange tulips that he has bought for another woman.

I killed the birds the day I left my husband. Three of them; no stones

He’d had a few rocky years after Mom died but, prior to his death, he’d been leading the high life in Las Vegas, active and independent…

I discovered what I call CNF’s “outlier forms” a few years ago. I was looking for innovative ways to approach old material…

Everybody knows Batman. We just don’t all know the same Batman. He’s weathered quite a few changes in the past 78 years.

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