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Culture Documents
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AJournalofLuminousWriting
OldRustyCarnivalBus|
IvanGrebenshikov
TableofContents
OldRustyCarnivalBus|IvanGrebenshikov.......1
Poetry
Whispers|PaulaGibson........4
WrittentoOneofMySelvesinanAlternateUniverse|RobertS.King.......5
MyCatwasMadeofHolyWater|LauraManardo........7
Vestiges|M.DrewWilliams..8
APre-RaphaeliteJourneystotheCoast|AaronLembo...10
TheWeightofWater|CourtneyLeBlanc.....12
BeVainGirlandLikeIt|JuanitaRey.....14
CelestialBodies|ElizabethGibson...16
AMovementofNightwithYouinIt|CodyWilson...20
FlashFiction
PapaSmurfsRevenge|SafiaMoore...22
2LoversonaHillinRomania|AlinaStefanescu23
UncleTommy|KatieJones....24
RushHourCrush|ChristinaTaylor...25
WhatGrouponSays|L.L.Madrid.26
Reincarnation|JayMerill....27
ShortStories
LimestoneintheWinter|ThomasElson..29
Johannes|LorrieHartshorn...37
Ostinato|NatalieGorbina..40
Music|KristyKerruish.44
TheArtists
POETRY
Whispers|
PaulaGibson
Featured Poem
WRITTENTOONEOFMYSELVESINANALTERNATEUNIVERSE|
RobertS.King
Youmayneverreadbetweentheselines
orevenalongtheselines,
butwouldthatwordswerewormholes.
Icantcanyou?breakthrough
theairsacsandstarbagswelivein,
thebubblesthatmayburstorcollapse
andsimplynolongerare,thusneverwere.
Thenwhatdoesitmatterorantimatter?
Whenonemirrorshattersintostardust,
dowebothdie?
Isensefromthecrackleofmyhair
andthescrambledsignalsofmyinnerear
thatlikemeyouarestaringup
tothemembraneborderofyourworld,
pokingyourfingerinthethicksky
tomakeawaveorholetoheaven.
Somywordsareyours.
Perhaps,then,weshineinthesame
starlighttonight,thesame
electricairthatleaksthrough
onthestringtheorytyingustogether.
Idreamtonightthatourvoices
crosstheline,thatourfingertips
touchfromoppositesidesoftheskywall,
anduponthestarswegetourwish
andhearourechoesanswer.
MYCATWASMADEOFHOLYWATER|
LauraManardo
whenItoldmyboyfriend
thatIneeded
anewliver.
Theonlyone
Itoldwasher,eyesyellow,
fixedtomealways
likeablackenedbulb.
Shecleansedmeofmysins
thenightIopenedmyselfup
onthebathroomfloor.
Iwantedtopullout
anorgan,afossil.
Shecleansedmeofmysins.
Mysinslikeadarkhoney,
achildonamothersback.
VESTIGES|
M.DrewWilliams
It'sdifficult
knowingthat
thetinycircles
anindexfinger
inscribedneatly
abovethedoor
inathinlayer
ofgrayishdust
wereputthere
byyoubefore
thesickness,
cloistereddeep
inyourheart,
didwhatwe
knewitwould.
APRE-RAPHAELITEJOURNEYSTOTHECOAST|
AaronLembo
Waitingonaplatformheday-dreamsaboutlostsheep
andwildbrambles.Hiseaselrestsagainsthisrakeleg.
Hisgrinwidensashehearstheindustrialclickclack
ofanewsteamtrainapproaching,startingtoslowdown.
Insidehisjacketpocketisasmallwoodenbox,
insidethishand-carvedboxresidesapigsbladder
sealedwithstring,insidethepigsbladder:
powderedpigmentsofcolour,hispaints,
keptsafebeforebeingmixedwithanoilymatter,
crushedandcutwithasharpedgedinstrument.
Hecarriesablackbottleofalchemy
whichloosenshisimagination,theflickofhiswrist.
Anexperimentalistwhopossessascientificfidelity.
Heseekstoobservetherollinghills,thesandydunes
neartheshore,waitingforamomentofstillness.
Oncefoundtheeaselispositionedcorrectly
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andheendeavourstoexpressthemicroscopicdetail.
Hewandersandsmellseachlilyhepasses,
hegaugesthecattleheseesinthedistance,
henoticesthemultitudeofdifferentbirds
flyingoverhead,searchingforscrapsoffood.
Bynightfallheisintoxicated,slighthallucinations
beginasheboardsthetrainwhichbringshimback.
Cloudsofblacksmogvanishintotheindigo
skylinewhileourartistenvisageshismuse,
hisstark-nakedmodelwhoteases
thatheshouldjoinherintheripplingwaters,
shewarnshimabouterosion,
helooksathismultiplesketches
andwailsinhiscarriage,
takinghimbacktoLondon.
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THEWEIGHTOFWATER|
CourtneyLeBlanc
Youpullmedown,yourlove
theweightofwater,capable
ofbothdrowningandquenching
thirst.
Thisisatimeoftreading
water,Iamfighting
tokeepusabovethewaves,
ourrelationshipslipping,theweight
sinkingthroughmywetfingers.
Ipullinlongstrokes,Ilearned
toswimasachild,summer
lessonsatthelocalpool.
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Idipmyheadbeneaththeblue
thenturnandbreathetheclear
airasIsurface.Idragus
totheshore,liebackonthegrainysand.
Catchmybreathbeforewadingbackin.
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BEVAINGIRLANDLIKEIT|
JuanitaRey
WhenIwassick,
Iseldomworeshoesatall.
Nowheelsclipclop
alongthesidewalk,
announcemelouder
thanadrummajor.
Andmakeupnever
botheredmyfacemuch.
Howdoyoucolorbloat?
Butnowtintshavereenteredmylife.
Andmylipsburn
redandsultry.
Myhairsawacomb
aboutasoftenasIsawthedoctor.
Itsstillamess
butatleast
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itanswerstothenamewindtousled.
Forfourmonthsormore,
Ikepttomyself,
rarelysawmyfriends.
Imissedthemsure
butnotasmuchasmyvanity.
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CELESTIALBODIES|
ElizabethGibson
Lookatyou,youreallyarethesun
anditsraining.
Imsorry,hey,Iknowclichsareannoying.Butif
theysawyou,luminescent,therewouldbenodoubt.
Iwasthemoon,Iguess.TheysaidIwas
yourotherhalfsowhatwouldthatbe
thesundoesntreallyneedone,doesit,
itisself-sufficientinitsexcellence.
Ithurts.Nothowmuchyoudontneed
me,youknowInevercared.But
howgoodyouwere.Howstunning.You
hurttheeyes.
Youmadeflickersinthenight,made
shadowscreepupthewalls.Wolvesand
Indianswithmyhands.Childish.Butit
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wasmyjobtobethechildishone.
Howcolourfulthingswerewithyou.I
couldemitonlywaves,theysweptfrom
meinanangrypuddle
thatIdidntunderstand.
Iwassuchahappysoul,they
say,buttheanger,it
scaredme.Is
moonlightsupposedtobe
angry?Iguess
Ipulledthetides.
ThereweretimesIcouldntimaginelifewithoutyou,
honestly,andIknowthatkindoftalk
wouldupsetyouwell,alittle.
Itcouldupsetmealot.Maybe
Iwasindenial.
Itsrainingnow,soheavily,andwhenIlookat
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you,yourskinandhair,Icanseeripplesoflight
butIfearforyou.Iamthesatellite,morethan
ever,Iamorbitingyoubutamontheoutside.
DoyouknowIworry?Idowonderwhat
happensinthatheadnow,
thatfadingbeacon.
Iwasverylittlealone.ButIwas.Iexisted.
Withoutthesunthemoonwouldnotshineatall.
Butyou,
you
.Tryingtothinkoflife
withoutyouseemsstupid.Pointless.
Iloveyou,youknow.Afterallthistime.
ButfromwhereImsitting,perched
insomefarreachoftheuniverseandmoving
furtheraway,
Icanfeelthewaveslappinghelplesslyatmysides,
sohelplessly.
Icandonothing.
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Youaresetting,mylove
andIhavenoidea
howmyexistencewillchangewhenyoudisappearfromit.
Oh,towalkoverandhugyou!Butthatwasneverus
wehadmassesofspacebetweenus,Idont
knowhowmuch,Imjustapoet,notascientist
incaseyouhadsomehow
notguessed.
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AMOVEMENTOFNIGHTWITHYOUINIT|
CodyWilson
Thebedhardlymoveswhenyoudo.
Youwhiskawaymywarmth
likeatwirlingdress.Ifeel
thesilkofcoldtugatthehairs
onmyarms.Youmovetothefloor
toadjustyourspine,disappearbelow
thecurveofbed.Fromthebathroom,
youranklespoplikeasettlinghouse
asyoubendthemagainstthetile.
Coldnowcreepsthesheets.Ikick
mylegsforfriction,aprotractor
sweepinghalves,asearchparty
foryouralmostskin.
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FLASH FICTION
Trees|
IvanGrebenshikov
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Featured Flash
PAPASMURFSREVENGE|
SafiaMoore
SatchwastheuglieststreakofpissthissideoftheAtlantic.Hefarmedwithhistwo
sisters,MaudandMartha,unmarriedandunloved.Gaunttheywere,nofemininecurves
orsoftness,allangles.Butatleastthewomenweresparedthenose.Aninflated
carbuncle,achameleonflirtingwiththeseasons,itdefiedanaccuratedescription.
Satch'snosehadussearchingthedictionaryforwordslike
vermillion
and
magenta
.
Althoughoccasionallyblue,itwastheshapespawnedhisnickname,PapaSmurf;
perfectforabachelorfarmerandall-roundpitiablebastardwithasmurf'sbarearsein
themiddleofhisface.
Somenightsweclimbedontotheirroof.Theyhadnotellytomuffleourstepson
theslimgreyslates,sowecreptonourelbowslikesquaddies.Wedraggedclodsofturf
outofourpockets,stillmoist,thegrassintact,anddroppedthemdownthechimney.We
shimmiedoffthescullery'slowroofanddissolvedintothewoodsbeforebelchingsmoke
broughtSatchintotheyard.
Godforgiveye,hehollered.
Behindhim,oneofthesisters,livid,screeched,'We'llgeldthelottaye!
Satchfinallycrackedwhenwefastenedabridesveiltoaewe,tetheredherto
thebumperofhisoldFord,andpaintedIdoonthebonnet.Hewaiteduntillastorders,
thenbargedintotheHarbourInn,doublebarrelsfirst.
Godforgiveme,hesaid,raisingtheshotgun.
Silence.Nobodylaughingnow.Satchturnedtheweapon,positioneditprecisely,
hisoverlongarmsatlastablessingasheshothisnosecleanoff.Theysaynotasound
passedhislipsuntilthenextmorninginhospitalwithMaudandMarthabyhisbedside,
bewildered.Hedidn'topenhiseyes,justwhispered.
WhoforgivesGod?
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2LOVERSONAHILLINROMANIA|
AlinaStefanescu
Theshortnessofbreathwasbiggerthanalltheotherfirstswedsharedthusfar.Only
theviewanditsaccounting.Ahillweclimbedaboveallotherstoascendintothespace
abovetheTransylvanianvillage.Tokeepitbelow.Weweresoproudstandingon
Dealul
luiPipa
thepianistandthepoetourheartsstackedlikehayagainsttheseasonsto
come.Yousaidtimewillflyandthenwellbemarried.Oh,thewordsfitmelikeaheavy
brocade,aclashoffleshagainstfabric.YoupromisedthemanywaywhileIofferedyou
themusic.Windwhistledthroughthespacesbetweenus.Irelinquishedthewords
withoutsayingtheybetrayedus.DidIremovemywhiteembroideredblousesoyou
couldadmiretheprojectileeffectoffrozennipples?Inthatsummerafterhighschoolwe
celebratedbybackpackingthroughEuropebeforepackingoffonseparate
scholarships.LovehotonourcheeksatnightIreadarticlesaloudoverthephone.That
waslater.Toolate.Gobacktoahillwiththeextratenpoundsonyourframe,abucketof
goldencurls,youhadneverbeensohandsome.Neversodesiredasthen.Alreadythe
landscapesubduedtwoloversontheshepherdshill.Thesunhadteeth.Cloudsaltered
theworldwilly-nilly.Twomonthsboardingtrains,sleepinginshipyards,pillarsof
unrepentantflesh.Youreyeslovedmetopieces.Thepiecescamelater.Twomonths
withouttouchingapianoasIscribbledinnotebooksneverthinkinghowstrangeitwas
youthrivedwithoutmusic.Iburiedyoualivethetastemetallic,anoldcrave,agirlwho
savorsbloodsuckedfromun-scabbedmosquitobites.
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UNCLETOMMY|
KatieJones
UncleTommysbeenfordinner.Mymothersolderbrother,herfavourite.
UncleTommysadrinker.Asmokerandagambler,too.Helikesabetonthe
horses.TheGee-Gees,heusedtocallthemwhenIwasakid,ridingmeupanddown
onhisknee.
Healwaysturnedupwhenhedhadabigwin.Burstinginthebackdoorofthe
house,shouting,
wheresthatprettylittlenieceofmine?Igotsomethingforher.
Mumwouldpushmeforward,andUncleTommywouldswingmehigh,theskirt
ofmypinaforedressrisingup.Hedkissmeonthemouth,thehairsofhisfatmoustache
rubbingcoarselyagainstmysoftcheek.Hestankofwhiskyandaleandcigarsmoke.
IhatedthisritualandcouldntwaituntilIwastoobigforit.
Hethrewhiscasharound,bringinglarge,strangecolouredteddybearsforme;
flowersforMumandagoodbottleofwhiskeyforDad.Dadwouldinsistonopeningthe
bottleafterdinner,andtheydbothgetdrunkandsingrowdybar-roomsongslateinto
thenight.
Istillhaveastackofthoseawfulteddybearslurkinginthebackofmywardrobe,
tinyiridescentfibresoccasionallymakingtheirwayontomyclothes.
UncleTommyhadabigwinonthehorsestoday.Hedoesntbringtheteddies
anymore,Imalmostawomannow,hesays,withawink.
IcanhearhimsingingasadlamentwithDaddownstairsnow.OnceDadfalls
asleep,hellmakehisdrunkenwayuptobed.
Mumthinkshesleepsinthespareroom,onthemakeshiftbedsheleavesforhim.
Shenevernoticesthestenchofcigarsmokeandwhiskeysalivastainingmy
pillowcase.
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RUSHHOURCRUSH|
ChristinaTaylor
Mondaymorning;trappedinhissmileIdontknowmyleftfrommyrightorforwards
frombackwards.Theressomethingaboutthewayhelooksatmethatrootsmetothe
spot.Imoveonlywhenthehuddleofbodiesbehindpushesmeforwardsalmostintohis
arms.Despitethecoldrainsteamrisesfrommybody.
Whereto?heasks.IwanttotellhimIwillgowhereverhegoesbutinsteadIbite
mytongueandmumbleIdontknow.Theedgesofhismouthliftupforasecond,bright
asanewbornsun;Iblinktoletmymemorycaptureit.Theresavolcanictremorinmy
handsasIsearchforcoinsinmypurse,handoverthemoneyandletmyfingersgraze
his.NowImchargedwithenoughenergytolastallday.
BaskinginhisheatIshrugoffmycoatandtakeinthescenery;thesnaketattoo
onhisneckshimmeringinbrokenraysoflight,stranglinghimtosilence.Hisclenched
fists,raisingthetendonsinhisarmslikerope.Iwishthosearmswouldtiemeupand
neverletmego.
Iaskifwerethereyet.Duskdarkenshisfacewithafrown.
Soon,hegrunts,amanoffewwords.Hedoesntneedsonnetstoproclaimhis
love;IknowitasIknowhowtobreathe.
Seeyoutomorrowthen?IsayasIgetoffthebus.
Hedoesntsaygoodbye,justdriveson.
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WHATGROUPONSAYS|
L.L.Madrid
Anewstay-at-home-mother,EloisesavorsthereadingofherGrouponemails,which
possessthesamewhimsicalacuityasherdailyhoroscope.
Thebigdataknowswhatsheneeds,oftenbeforesheherselfdoes.Whenthe
pregnancyweightthateveryonepromisedwouldmeltawaywithbreastfeedinginstead
clingslikeanapronoffat,heremailsuggestsHydroxycutsupplements($19.99)and
Zumba($26).Ahalf-joking,allcruelremarkon
pudge
,fromherhusbandAdamand
Grouponseveningblastcommiserateswithawine-and-chocolatesubscription($34.99,
monthly).Accountsettingsalteredto
savecreditcardinformation
.
Eloisehidesthebootyinthewalk-incloset.BetweenBabyscryingboutsshesits
beneathAdamsbutton-ups,drinkingwineanddevouringtruffles,suckingthenougat
likemarrowfromabone.Refreshedandatouchfuzzy,sheslipsouttocootoBaby.
Nomorebreastfeedingtonight,andanyway,BabyprefersEloisetipsy.
BreastFlowbottles($9.05).
Adamsleepsintheguestroom.Henolongertouchesher,notevendeigninghis
breathtotroublethenapeofherneck.
Withpropheticcertainty,sheknowsAdamischeating.Hewontleaveifshe
doesntconfronthim.Doesshewantto?Shesanokaymotherbutwouldmakea
terriblesingleone.HebefriendsformidablelawyersShecantoutmaneuverhim.
Dealoftheday:LovehoneyLelofor
advancedvibratorusers
($99.99).Purchased
withouthesitation.
Anargumentstartsoverthebankstatementandendswithabackhand.Ends
withAdamapologizing,blamingBaby,work,stress,and
youjustlookhowyouvelet
yourselfgo.
Endswithmeaculpaflowersandtake-out.
Numb,Eloisechecksheremail.
Barnwoodframedcanvasfamilyportrait($48.99).
A$10-offcouponpopsup.Eloisesfingerhoversover
buy-now
.
Babywails.Puttingthetabletaway,EloisevowstodowhateverGroupon
recommendstomorrow.
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REINCARNATION|
JayMerill
IseehimthroughthewindowofthestoreinPimlicopretendingnottonoticewhereIve
gone.ThenheturnsawayasifhedoesntcareifImherebehindtheglassorifIveleft
forgood.ButIknowhedoes.Icounttofiveslowly,seehisheadturnback.Poorboy.He
likestoplayitcoolbutthatsnotreallyhim.
Filippo,Icall.ItsFuzz.
Youcouldntbeblamedforthinkingthatscruffylittlebeastouttherewas
Fuzz
butno,itsme.Itbecamemynicknameafterallmyhairdroppedout.WhenFilippothe
Flamencodancerdied.
Iholduphisfavedog-dinner,swivelthecan.Dogswatchingmeintentlywithhis
scepticallook.WondersifImgoingtobuyitorputitback,Iknowhim.Heseverybitas
suspiciousashisnamesake.Hemakesmesmile.Likestokeephiseyeonthings,afraid
theworldwillfallapartifheforgets.
Sleepsthenightthroughwithoneeyeopen.OldFilippowasjustthesame.Thats
whyhegotdrawninbyskunkandbooze.Neededtherelease.Dogs,youresaferwith.
Dontknowaboutallthestuffyoucangetintosotheyrebetteroff.
AfterFilippohadgoneIthoughtIdgoinsane.Wasdesperatebutdidntwantto
sharemysleeping-bagwithanybodyelse,wedbeenthatclose.Ilaythroughthosefirst
nights;couldhardlymoveforgrief.Thentheopposite:Istartedwalkingforthesakeofit.
GottothepointwhereIcouldntkeepstill.
FoundthisstraydoghangingroundonTachbrookStreetalla-shiver.Ahairy
bag-o-bones.Pickedhimupandslippedhimintomyinsidepocket,keepingmyhand
tightroundhim.Littlefella,justapup.ThingswentquietandIwonderedifthepoorsod
wasdead.Thenallofasuddenhestartedlickingandmyhandfeltmoistandstickylike
whenFilippokissedmyfingersonebyone.Itjoltedme.Soseemedonlyrightandproper
tocallthelittlefellaFilippotoo.
Theyrealikeinsomanyways,thetwoFilipposinmylife.Hardtoimaginetheyre
notoneandthesame.Bothsmellingsomethingrottenwhenitsraining.Bothlookingat
meabitoldfashionedlikewithaquestion-markandfurrowedbrow.Bothcuddlingup
closeinthesleeping-bag,nights,asiftheydidnteverwanttoletmego.OldFilippomay
bedeadandgonebuthisspiritlivesonisthewayIlookatit.
Whenheseesmegotothetillthetailstartstowagandhisearsprickup.Hes
dippinghishead,pawingattheair.Theresnosightlikeahappydogforliftingyou.
IclickthecanofhismuchlovedmeatydinnerandFilippoprancesroundin
circles,stampshisfeet,beginstotwirl.
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SHORT STORIES
Untitled|
IvanGrebenshikov
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Featured Short
LIMESTONEINTHEWATER|
ThomasElson
I.
ShirleyandJacobLawsonhadbeenaloneandcoldsincetheeveningoftheirthird
anniversary,whenshewasburiedforthefirsttime.
JacobknewShirleywasengagedinanextramaritalaffair.Hewitnessedoneofher
assignationswhilehiddeninsidetheirbedroomcloset,thenplantedbuggingdevicesin
theirbedroomanddiscoveredthetruthofhercampingtrips;nevertheless,heresisted
hiswifesdemandsforadivorceunlesstheyfirstattendedmarriagecounseling.She
choseamarriageencounterweekend.
Yearsearlier,Jacob,amastercarpenterwithcroppedblackhairandaclean-shaven
facethatannouncedhewoulddoanythingforacceptance,hadlatchedhiseyesonto
Shirleysclassicmid-westernface,Irishbreadth,andNorwegianstrengthcommonin
thatarea.ToJacob,thistall,intensetwenty-sixyearoldwasunique.
Ihadtohaveher.
Insatiable.
Shirley,tallwithflawlesshairandteeth,moresociallyadeptandambitiousthanher
husband,workedasaparalegalatalargelawfirminBerdan,thecountyseat.Six
monthsearlier,sheenrolledinaseminarinKansasCity,Missouri.Herfivefootteninch
glideacrossthemeetinghallcaughttheeyeofDanBierley,aseniorprosecutorinthe
CountyAttorneysoffice.Hemaneuveredhimselfnexttoherjustastheopening
speakerbegan.
Theeveningoftheseminar,ShirleyandBierleymadeanattractivecoupleatthe
RestaurantonthePlaza.Theownerdesignedittoresembleaclubhevisitedin
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Canterbury,England.NothinglikeitinKansasCity.ProbablynothinglikeitinCanterbury
either,buttoShirley,itseemedglamorous.ShewasflatteredbyBierleysattention;he
baskedinthechangeofpacefromhismarriage.Theyremainedtogethertheentire
weekend.
II.
Shewasalwaysaquicklearner,andlearnedtheonethingmenwantedmostwhenshe
losthervirginityattheageoffifteen.Thatonethingmaydifferinspecificsamong
differentmen,but,intheend,itcouldbereducedtoasingle,crystallinethingan
illusion.Shepossessedapreternaturalskilltodiscernwhichillusionamancraved.She
thoughtofherselfasmerelydeliveringherpartofthebargainexchanginggoodsand
services.ToShirleythiswasthepriceoflivingamongintrusivemen.
HerfirsthusbandwantedtheillusionofthehelplessvirginShirleywantedthefreedom
tobeawayfromherparents.Hegranted;sheacceded.Twoandahalfyearsintotheir
marriage,hecommittedsuicide.Sheconsoledherselfthathewasmentallyunbalanced
-plustherewashisinsurance.
Hersecondhusband,Jacob,wantedastrong,authoritativewoman,andtreatedsexas
ifitwereacabinetprojectwithassignedstepstobecompletedinstrictsequence.
Bierleywantedafreedom-lovingcoltwillingtoroamanywhere.Overtime,however,his
passiondescendedintopossession,thenasenseofentitlement,andthenintoan
almostcoldexerciseofpower,which,atfirst,mesmerized,thenfrightened,andrecently
repelledher.
III.
Fortheirthirdanniversary,ShirleyarrangedtomeetJacobattheNinnescahRestaurant
inBerdan.
Shirleyplannedthisdinnerforweeks,eventothepointofcallingJacobtoremindhim.
Hedrovetopickherup;theyhadanargumentaboutwhichcartotakeandtook
separatecars,arrivingattherestaurantwithinminutesofeachother.
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Atthetable,Jacobshuffledhisclothnapkinfromlefttoright,andthensaid,Areyoustill
planningtotakethatcampingtrip?
Shirleywassilent.Shehaddiscussedthismultipletimes.Hercampingtripswereher
business.Whomshewentoutwithwasherbusiness.HerdwindlinginterestinJacob
washerbusiness.
Jacobthenbroughtuptheirmarriagecounseling.Wehadthatmarriage-counseling
weekendjustamonthago.Sheheardtheeagernessinhisvoice.Whenwechecked-in
thatfirstnight,Iwassurprisedthatyoumadereservationsforustosharearoom.She
rememberedthatfirstnight,theyhadmadelove;shemadesuretheirsecondnightwas
evenmoreintense.
Whenshemethiseyes,Jacobcontinued,Ithoughtweweretherebecauseofmarriage
problems.Butyouactedlikewehadnone.Likeitwasourhoneymoon.
Duringtheirsessions,shehadtoldthemarriagecounselor,Thingsareimproving.And
weregettingalongbetter.Whenthecounseloraskedabouttheirintimacyissues,
Shirleysaid,Noproblemsthere,blushed,andadded,Ever.Shesmiledasshe
recalledherstrategy.
ShirleylookedatJacob,thenshelookedforawaiter,andsaid,Dont.Dontspoilthis
dinner.Wevebeenoverthisbefore.
Itsalreadyspoiled.Spoiledbyyourcampingwithothermen.Whoarethey?Helooked
downatthesaltshaker,caughthersilence,hidhishandsunderthetable,andjoinedher
insearchingforawaiter.
Theybothflinchedwhenthewaiterarrivedwithmenus,awaterpitcher,andasteady
patterofquestions.Specials?Drinks?Appetizers?Howwouldyoulikethatprepared?
Whichvegetable?Youhaveyourchoiceof...Andforthegentleman?
Whendiditstart?Jacobaskedafterthewaiterleft.
Dont.
Whendiditstart?
Shehadbeendeterminednottotalkaboutheraffairs.Nowshesensedanopening.
Rightbeforeyouhidintheclosetthatnight.
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Threetofourmonthsearlier,Jacobhadsecretedhimselfintheirbedroomcloset.Her
calendarhadanunderlinednoteDB.Infact,hercalendarhadthesameinitialsunder
multipledates.
Ineedtotellhim.Justgetitoverwith.
Shestartedtaking,andwithinfiveminutes,Jacob
shotfromthetable,hischairhitthefloor,andheabruptlywalked-out.Shirley,calmer
thanshethought,remainedseated.
Thatwasntsohard
.Shewatchedashestomped
flat-footedoverthesnow-coveredparkinglot,andsmiledashescrapediceoffthe
windshieldofhistruck.
ThirtyminutesafterJacobdroveaway,shegingerlywalkedoutside.Thewind
burnedherbarelegs.InsideherToyota,sheturnedontheengineandthentheheater.
ShehurriedovertheslipperystreetstomeetBierleyattheirusualspotalittle-traveled
streetafewblocksfromtherestaurant.
Insideherparkedcar,sheheardacrunchingsoundandthenherdooropened;shefelt
therepercussionfromaslapontheroofofthecar.Aglovedhandclaspedherleft
shoulder.DanWhatareyou-
Heinterrupted,Whythehelldidyoutakesolong?Hisvoicestrained,Wewere
supposedtobetogether.
Weneedtotalk.Cantwejust-
Heinterruptedagain,Tellmewhythehellyoustayedintheresodamnlong?Youstart
sleepingwithhimagain?
Dan,letstalk.
Ofcourse,welltalkinmycar.HepulledheroutoftheToyota,shovedherintohis
Lincoln.Onceinside,shehunchedforward,thenhuddledsilentandquiveringwithher
thighspressedagainstherchest.
Cementedbehindthesteeringwheel,Bierleydemandedajustification.Well?Tellme,
hesaidinabaritonewhine,thenhitthesteeringwheel.Now,andhehitthesteering
wheelagain.
Shirleytriedtoswallow.Throattoodry,shecoughed,repositionedherself,keptherarms
aroundherlegs.Icant-Icantbewithyou,shesaid.
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Bierleyseyesfixedonherexposedlegs,thenhisfingerpointeddirectlyather,And,
dontdoubtforonedamnsecond,onewayoranother,hespitouthislastfourwords,
wewillbetogether.
Herjawtightened,Icantbetheotherwoman.Hervoicebarelyaudible,Iwontdoit.
Asifthatwouldalleviatethesituation.
Thatevening,twentymilesfromBerdan,temperaturebelow30,windabove40,
limestoneinthewintercold,insideagroveoftrees,underthefallenleaves,andbeneath
theupturnedsoil,Shirleywasburiedforthefirsttime.
AtShirleyssecondburial,theministerdronedhissolemnwords-repeatedasifinsidea
cathedral.Thesmellofloamdriftedfromtheupturnedmoundafewyardsbehindthe
casket.Russianthistlesgraspedthecemeteryfenceasawhistleofwindslappedthe
canvas,surroundedtheopengrave,thenspreadlikearugandcircledthecasket.The
sunricochetedoffthewhitesofthemenseyesastheirpupilsdarted.Womeninblack,
headslowered,readiedtheirwhitehandkerchiefs.
Herdarkcasketshonebeneaththemeshcanopyunderwhichherfamilysat-
recognizedbutunknowntoJacob,whostoodasafedistanceapart.
DanBierleywasalsoasafedistanceapartasheleanedagainsthisLincolnparkedona
cemeteryroadfiftyyardsfromShirleyscasket.
IV.
Weekslater,atfiveoclockonaSaturdayafternoon.Mr.Lawson,Mr.JacobLawson,
youareunderarrest.Youhavetherighttoremainsilent.Anythingyousay...Youhave...
Ifyoucannot...Thenonewillbe...Doyouunderstand?
Nothing.
Youdounderstand?Moredeclarativethaninterrogative.
Youareunderarrestformurder-in-the-first-degreeofShirleyLawsononoraboutthe
...
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Hiswifedead.Policeinhishouse.Arrestedformurder.Toomuchconfusion.Aburial.An
avalanche.Fromthatpointon,Jacobheardonlywhitenoise.
Insidethecourtroomwithitsraisedjudgesbench,infrontofthespectatorsgallery,
werelongcounseltables.Theleadprosecutorsatnexttothejury.Totherightofthe
prosecutor,ataseparatetable,satJacobLawsonandhiscourt-appointeddefense
attorney.
Areyoureadyforthechargestoberead?Thejudgeaskedtheassistantcounty
attorneywhonodded,butdidnotbothertostand.NeitherJacob,norhis
court-appointedattorneywasasked.Thejudgereadfromthewhitesheetofpaper
preparedbytheassistantcountyattorney.
IthadtakenDanBierleyonephonecallandtwoexchangedfavorstobeassignedas
prosecutingattorneyintheJacobLawsoncriminaltrial.
Asdeathisapartoflife,sodecompositionisapartofdeath.Theautopsyrevealed
ShirleyLawsonsdeathwascausedbythreegunshotwoundstoherheadandthroat,
whichproducedmassivebraininjury.Her
stomachheldremnantsofthesamefood
servedattheNinnescahRestaurant,saidthepathologistashebeganhistestimony
beforethejury.
ThepathologistrespondedtoBierleysquestions,Whendiscovered,hertongue
resembledagray-brownthatlookedlikethebottomofadried-up,dirtyleathershoe
sole.Jacobscourt-appointedattorneysatmute.
WhenaskedabouttherestofShirleysbody,hesaid,Herhandhaddecayedinto
putrefied,parchment-likeskinthatlookedasifaglovehadbeenpeeledhalfwaydown.
Bierleyasked,andthepathologistdescribedthepurple-redpurgefluidthatflowedfrom
heroralandnasalpassages.Hepaused,wipedhisforehead,andcontinued,The
bloatingfromtheaccumulationofgaspushedShirleyseyesandtongueoutsidetheir
cavities.Hewaitedagain,thensaid,Afterthatherbodybrokeopenandreleasedgas
andfluids.Thedefenseattorneyremainedsilent.
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ThepathologiststestimonyculminatedwithaphotographofShirleysskinatthetimeof
herdiscovery,accompaniedbyadescriptionoftheenzymesandbacteriathatbegan
toself-digestShirleysbody.Thenhesaid,Weknowshehadbeendeadforseveral
days,becauseofthecolorofpartsofShirleysneck,abdomen,shoulders,andhead,
whenherbodywasdiscovered.
Bierleyaskedhisfinalquestionforthepathologist:Isitcorrectthat,whendiscovered,
partsofShirleyLawsonsskinlookedlikethegoldenbrownskinofafreshlyroasted
chickenthesejurorsmightsitdowntoeatthisevening?
Atthispoint,thedefenselodgeditsonlyobjection;itwassustained,butnoterasedfrom
thejurorsmemory.ThephotographofShirleysroastedchickenskinwasnot
withdrawn.
Next,awaitresstestifiedthatsheservedthecoupledinnerandthatShirleysatwithher
skirthikeduppastmid-thigh.ShealsotestifiedthatwhileShirleyremainedseated,she
sawJacobslamhispalmonthetable,knockoverhischair,andleavetherestaurant.
Attheconclusionofthetrial,theCourtguidedthejury,Thereislittle,ifany,doubtthat
ShirleyLawsonwasmurdered.Threebulletswereshotintoherheadandthroat.The
onlyquestionforthejuryistheidentityofthemurderer.
V.
Afewyearslater,unabletoconcentrate,theprisonerdrifted.Hismindwanderedto
imagesofpeopleunseenforyears.Hisbrother,nowoversixty,hisnieceatleast
thirty-five.Hesawoldfriends,imaginedtheirchildren,grandchildren.HesawShirley
lookathim,thendisappear.Hehadexperiencedenough.Nowjustforget.Nopoint.No
hope.Noescape.Fallasleep.
Insideametalbuildingwithclosed,unmarkeddoorsoneachside,theshackledprisoner
walkedpastgraymetalracksholdingtheinstitutionspurchasedfooditemscansof
peachesandlard,bagsofbeansandspaghetti,gallonbottlesofketchupandmustard.
Stronghandsguidedhimintoaconnectedbuilding,asmallermetalwarehousewith
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coldfloors.Straightaheadwasanopeningthewidthofaloadingdockdoor.He
stopped.Thedoordescended.Handspulledhimtotherightsideofthecloseddoor.His
eyeswidened.Theguardstightenedtheirgrips.Sixmenworedarkblueordarkergray
suits;anotherworeablackcassockwithaRomancollarandheldaBible.
Nowords.Heraisedhisrightfootontothefirststep.Heneededassistance.Left
foot,thenrightfoot.Left,right,left,right,left.Hestopped.Anelementofirrationalitywas
requiredtocontinue.
Heheardagentlemalevoice:Son,letsgo.Amomentlater,thesamevoice,Canyou
doitbyyourself?Nomovement.Handsliftedhimtothenextstep.Right,left,right,left,
rightfoot,followedbyleft.Bothfeetnowonalevelsurface.
Wait.Hisgaspsandshallowbreathingwerefamiliartothedarksuitedmen.
Onemansteppedforward,openedthemanilaenvelope,andread,Statevs.Jacob
Lawson.DenialofWritandOrderofExecution.Hisfinalappealdenied.
Lastwords?
Nonecame.Jacobsmindrushed.Nomoretime.Noplacelefttogo.
Anylastwords?
Nothing.Onlythesoundofthetrapdoorasitslammed,andtheweightofJacob
Lawsondescendingwhippedtheropetight.
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JOHANNES|
LorrieHartshorn
Webuildstatuesoutofsnow,andweeptoseethemmelt.
CanItellyouhowitwas?Theearthlikeasaucerunderthatwide,grey-goldsky;thesun
neverrisingmorethanastretchedhandabovethehorizon?Somethingrolledoverthe
icethatsummeroverusleavingbehinditamarkthatwouldneverwashaway.
Idontknowwhatbroughtusuphere.Iwastooyoungwhenwecametoremember
anythingfrombefore,anditwasunderstoodthatyoudidntask.Therewereonlythree
ofus:Motherwithhercarefulgreyeyes,me,andJohannes.Ourlittlehouse,withitstin
roofandslantedwalls,stoodinthemiddleoftheicyflatsthat,evennow,seemto
stretchonforever.Onceamonth,therewasWilhelm,whocamewithgroceriesand
admiringeyes,andtooksomeofthemoneyMotherkeptinatinboxbehindthehearth.
Inwinterdays,Motherwarnedustostayclose,andsowedidtetheredbysome
invisiblecordthatweknewnottostretch.Summerdaysbroughtmorefreedom:
JohannesandIwouldcreakoutontotheporchthatranaroundthehouse,spreading
ourfingersinfrontofourfacesandpeeringthroughtheirshadowstoseehowmuch
timewehadleftbeforedark.Johannescouldntkeephisfingersthesamedistance
apart,andgenerallyleftthemtuckedinhismittens,butIgottobequitegoodatit.More
thanthreefingersofsunmeantseveralhoursoutofthewood-smokedark.
Thosepreciousdays,Idstrideawayfromthehousetowardthehorizon,thesafe,
resentedgravityofhometuggingatmyback.Whenwewereyounger,IletJohannes
tagalongwithmebut,asIgrew,Ishookhimoff.Woundedbutuncomplaining,he
stayedbytheporch,watchedbytheemptywindowsashescrapedsnowintoclusters
ofshort,fleetingfriendsastalkofgrassforamouth,sticksforthearms,andholes
gougedbypointedfingersfortheireyes.Motherunleashedcoldfuryonhimoncefor
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pilferingdriedbeansfromthepot,sohestucktowhathecouldfindonthegroundafter
that.
Thatsummerwasafractiousone,andtempersflaredlikesunonice.Motherspent
moretimethanevertuckedinthedarkcornersofthehousewhileI,feveredwithmy
teenageyears,lovedandhatedeverythingwithallthepassionandnoreason.
Johannespaddedquietlybetweenthepairofus,bewilderedbythelooksandlong
silences,wide-eyedandneedyinhisworry.Hisfingers,whennottuckedintheirwoolen
mittens,foundtheirwayfrequentlytohismouth.
Iaskmyselfnowwhetherwereallyhadthreefingersofsunleftthatafternoon.
Memoriesarefickle:sometimesIseemyselfthereontheporch,fingersspreadwide,fat
wedgesofpalegoldlightbetweenthem.Butsometimes,whenIwakeinthedarkquiet,I
seeonlylinesofvividredbetweenfingersthatwerebarelyapart.
Iwalkedawayfromhimthatday,awayfromthehouse,asIddonesomanytimes
before.Ilefthimthereinthesparsesharpgrass,andIwalkedouttowardthedarkening
horizon,wishingwitheverythinginmethatIcouldruntomeetitandhalfconvincedI
wasgoingtotry.ThelastviewIhadofthehousewasofthewindowsreflectingtheflat,
endlessplainslikeamirror,andofJohannnes,stoutinhisbluecoat,scrapingtogether
anotherfriend.
***
ThereisnowhereJohannescouldhavegone.Idonttellyouthatinexasperation,orto
provesomekindofpoint;itssimplythetruth.Thelandouthereisasflatasgetsthere
arenocracksorcreviceshecouldfallinto,nohiddenriversundertheice.Novisitors
cameandwent,andtherewerenotyremarksorfootprints,asthoughanyonecould
approachwithoutusknowing,anyway.
NobodycameaboutJohannestherewasnoonetocome,anditwasforthebest.
Whatcouldwehavetoldthem?
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Motherretreatedfurtherintoherself,knowingaswellasIdidthattherewasnowhere
Johannescouldhavegone.Inthewinterthatfollowed,Icaughtherwatchingme
sometimes,paleeyesglintinginthelamplight.Sheneversaidit,andneitherdidI.When
thecancertookhertwoyearslater,shewentquietlyandIsatdownstairsbythefireas
herbreathingrattledthenfailed.Wilhelmtookherawaywhenhecametwoweekslater,
andthatwasthat.
Now,whenIstandonthatricketyporch,Imoutsidemyselfsomehow.IseeJohannes
andme,likedarkbrushstrokesonapalecanvasthatwouldvebeenbetteroffwithout
suchboldmarks.Westretchdownandaway,shadowsagainstthelilacsnow,staring
outtowherewellnevergowherethefrozenEarthtouchessky.Iminfrontofhim,
longer,thinnerthanheis;hisbundledshapepausesintheshortgrass,wondering
whethertofolloworletmego.
AndwhenIlieinbedatnight,feelingtheweightoftheheavenspressingdownonthe
roof,Iknowthatthislife,thisworld,isjusttoobigtohideanythingforever.Iwaitforthe
crunchoffootstepsontheicysnowforanotherdarkstroketobemadeonthispale
canvas.Maybethesnowisntaswhiteasitlooks.Whoknows?Imjusttellingyouhowit
was.Howitis.
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OSTINATO|
NatalieGorbina
(AJazztude)
Sedfugitinterea,fugitirreparabiletempus.
DukeEllington
PreludetoaKiss
Areyouafraidofflying?
There were no warnings, no Dear passengers, please keep your seatbelts
fastened. We are about to enter a turbulence zone, as a balloon inflatedin my chest
and mybodysuddenlybecameincrediblylight.Itwouldprobablybeuselessanyway,no
seatbelts could be strong enough to stop the balloon frombursting andmy ears from
being stuffed up, to stop thisfall the first personto have a desireto claimtheskyfor
himself must have felt like this faster and faster into the abyss of her eyes. Only a
dissonantchord,establishingthetonalityforthefollowingpieceof
D ninth. Gaugmented seventh. C dominantseventhflatninth.
Ifyouhearasongin
blue,likeaflowercryingforthedew...
music. A red twinkling spot disappears in theobscurityofthenightand carries
my dreams away to the South,perhaps.Thatswhere all the dreamsflyawaysafely
hidden under thewings of ladybirds, right? And thatswhereIwouldflyawayifIwerent
here,underthisrain,thinkingaboutthenumberofbarsinthis,inour
Dminoreleventh.Gaugmentedseventh....
thatwasmyheartserenadingyou.
music.Thirty-twobars. Calando. That night, everything wastoorealandnotreal
enough.Thatnight, lyingonthegrass,shewaskneadingthecloudswithherfingers,like
the plasticine, shaping them into hearts hearts for hopeless lovers, she said, hearts
for... us? That night, being its slave and itsconqueror,I thought I deciphered one more
chordin the scoreoftheuniverse,buteventhesilentoaksandtheflickeringfirefliesand
the smiling cleflike moon understood more than I did, because when she caught me
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staring and whispered hi, it sounded a lot like something else, and because when I
triedtofindtherightanswer,Icouldnt.Iwasjustabeginner,learningtounderstand
Dminorninth.Gaugmentedseventhflatninth.
Mypreludetoakiss.
music.Conamore.Liketheinsanecollectorsofvinylrecords,Icollecteddifferent
variations of this syllable, repeated them in my head, tried to discern their mode and
tonality. Because later that night, when we were drifting off to sleep, she caught me
staring, again, and whispered hi, again, a persistently repeating note, a riff, and it
soundeda lotlike something else, again. But I was justabeginnerandIhadalongway
ahead of me towards improvisation, that is why when she asked me to listen, I didnt
hearanything.
It was the next morning, she was standing stock-still in the middle of the path,
droplets of the daybreak rain sparkling in her hair and her smile being more
unfathomable in the rays of the reborn sun than ever before a delicate flower
welcoming the blissful dawn and possessing the knowledgeof something beyond this
palpable reality. Listen, she said. Do you hear it? Twigs cracking under our feet,
songbirds twittering in the foliage above our heads, a steamboat murmuring in the
distance?.. But she meant something else, her eyes told me, and I strained my ears,
desperately trying to hear what she heard, to understand what she understood, but
miserably,embarrassingly,disappointedlyfailing.
Wasshe disappointed inme asher pupil? Orwasshe, askedthe egoisticvoice in
myhead, tiredofmeasan obstacle standing in herwayofunderstandingthemeaning
oftheuniverse?Butwhenherlipsmouthedoh,ladybird,itsoundedalotlikeapromise,
a vow and the fall of a fragile petal. And now (she could be so proud of me) I hear it
everywherearound me intherustleofthebemolle-shapedleaves,inthecrescendoof
thewind,inthestaccatooftherain
Eminor seventh. A thirteenth.D ninth. C seventhflatninth.
If you hear asong that
growsfrommytendersentimentalwoes...
music of theuniverse.
...thatwas my heart tryingtocomposeapreludetoakiss.
And I closemy eyes, welcoming the raindrops,letting them write their tune.Al coda. All
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nothingfancy,nothingmuch...
Sodoes itmatterwhethershe was realor not?
...youcould turn ittoasymphony...
And what is real inthisreality?Whereareitslimits?Memoriesarealwaysacombination
of facts and imagination. Its azero plus somethingor azero minus something,but its
always azero,tending tofill theemptiness, but incapableofdoingso.Ididntcarewhat
her age, weight,or hershoe size were, why would I care, all of asudden,ifshewasreal
ornot? It'snothing butanother unnecessarydetail,whichhasbeenpreventingmefrom
understandingher,understanding
Bseventh.Eseventh.Aseventhflatninth.
...aSchuberttunewithaGershwintouch.
music.I stop in the middleofthe bridge rightabovetherailsandpickupapetal,
afractionofmysoul, and letit fall down, down, down,anditsnotswirlingandspinning,
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but falling linearly under the incessant raindrops. A cappricio. What is death a bass
clef instead of a question mark. Its a deep blue canvas full of holes, through which
trickledownthetearsofrejectedlovers.
I shall make a note to buy the strongest threads that I can find. But can I find
threadsstrongenoughtopatchuptheholesinmysoul?
E flat ninth. D ninth.G augmented seventh.
Oh, howmy love songgentlycriesfor
thetendernesswithinyoureyes...
So,didyou?
DidIwhat?
Makeawish.IfImyourladybird.
No.
Whynot?
BecauseIdontwantyoutoflyaway.
I open my eyes and see nothing but blue shadowsdancing inthesky.Drip-drop,
drip-drop,therain,tappingtherhythmof
Dminoreleventh.Gseventh.
Myloveisapreludethatneverdies...
jazz. Tomorrow, I shall search for you in the faceless crowd, again, and I shall
recognize you inthatwomans swirl of hair andinthatyoungboyssmile.Andwhenthe
springcomes, I shall pick up the flowersandsend them pressedbetweenthesheetsof
myendlessletterstoyou.Violets,preservedbetweenHeinesverses,becausehisverses
have thefragranceofviolets,youtoldmeonce.Theywillreturninamonth,or perhaps,if
Iamlucky,intwomonths,butthistimewillbe enoughtocherish,justforashortwhile,an
egoisticthoughtthatyouwill
Dminorseventh.Gaugmentedseventhflatninth.
...apreludetoakiss.
answer me. Coda. Espirando. Are you afraid of flying? It sounded a lot like
somethingelse,alotlike:Areyouafraidofdying?
Decapoalcoda.
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MUSIC|
KristyKerruish
KarlHeindlisagentlemanwithoutdistinction,hadbeenAnnabella'sscathing
assessmentoftheyoungman.ItdidnotseemconceivablethatKarlHeindl,asocial
climberwithnothingtorecommendhimbutafewprettymannersandahandsome
face,shouldbetherecipientofsogreatagift.KarlHeidlwouldnotbereceivingany
moreinvitationsfromher,thatmuchwasassuredandhewouldhavetocontinuehis
sordidforagingforarichwifeelsewhere.Hedoesn'teven
play
the
pianoforte,
Annabellasaidirascibly,plyingherfaninthewarmair.
Hedidnot.InpointoffactKarlHeindlplayednoinstrument,hehadverylittleear
formusic,avoidedopera,andcouldnotsustainaconversationoncomposersformore
thantwominuteswithoutdryingupentirelyandlookingtothefloor-asifinspirationwas
tobefoundintheparquetry.Annabellamaintainedthattomakeamanacceptable,to
makehimeligiblefortheroundofsocialgatherings,dinnerparties,dancesand
petites
soupers
,amanshouldknowhowtotalkaboutmusic.Itwasthereforeundoubtedlya
deliberateinsultonFrauLendorfer'spartthatsuchanunworthycreaturehadbeen
chosenbyhertobebequeathedthefamousSteinwayinthelatestdraftofherwill.
FrauLendorferwasdyinginaratherslowanddeliberatemanner.Shehadbeen
dyingforyearsbutnowherconsiderableagemadeaprolongedexitunsustainable.She
hadsummonedKarlHeindltoherhomeandmadetheinvitationverypublic.HerrHeindl
wasnotrelatedtoFrauLendorferandhisacquaintancewithherwasslight-the
invitationandproposedbequesthadcomeassomeconsiderablesurprise.Hehad
donnedhisbestcoatfortheoccasionandcarriedhisgrandfathersebonycane,allinall
hecutafinefigureashewalkedbrisklydownSchwindgassesteppingthroughthe
rain-washedautumnleaves.Foramanofambition,KarlHeindlhadlongsincerealised
thatsocietyandacceptabilitywithinitwaslikesmoke:opaque,intoxicatingand
transient.TobetakenupbyanelderlyladysuchasFrauLendorfer,tobe
acknowledgedherfavouriteandreceivehergifts,wasrichrewardindeedforhishours
spentinunprofitableflirtations.
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FrauLendorferwatchedhimapproachingfromherwindowandlaidherlong
lace-coveredfingerscarefullyacrossthepianokeysthenoteshesitatedanddiedthe
verymomentthepommelofKarlHeidl'scanestruckthefrontdoor.Asinstructed,the
bobbingmaidbroughttheyoungmanthroughtothemusicroomwherehebowedto
FrauLendorferandstoodattentivelybeforeher.
Youngman,wehavemetonseveraloccasionsdoyourecall?
Wemetatyourniece'sgardenpartylastsummerIbelieve.
Wespokeoftheweatherandgardens,wespokeoftopiary.
FrauLendorfer.Iwashonouredtoreceiveyourinvitationtoday.
YouknowthereasonIsuppose,thatIcalledyouhere?
Ido.AtleastIbelieveIdo...
Yes,IintendtoleavetheSteinwaytoyouinmywill.Iwishyoutogiveitahome,to
careforit.Tokeepittunedandpolished...
Iamhonoured...
Honoured,theoldwomanlaughedtoherselfasifsavouringtheword.KarlHeindl,
forallhisfinerig,wasnotrich.Birthhadnotaffordedhimaprosperousupbringing
althoughithadfavouredhimwithahandsomeenoughfaceandelegantfigure,which
hadwonhimalittlestatusinsociety.Notallyoungmenweresofortunateastopossess
thegiftofafinefaceandallthefavoursitcouldbring.Suchapublicandgenerous
bequestasherswouldmaketheyoungmanamuchsoughtaftermemberofhersocial
circle.Hewouldfindhimselfgossipedofinsocietyballs,youngwomen-whohadnot
previouslygivenhimanod-wouldnowfallinlovewithhimacrosscandelabraand
canaps.
YouareperhapswonderingwhyIhavechosenyouaboveandbeyondallmy
relatives,whyIamgifting
you
theSteinway.
Ididwonder.KarllethiseyesstraytotheSteinway.Thegrandpianosatinthe
windowtothesideofthemusicroom-whereithadbeensincetheacclaimed
musician'sdeath.FormanyyearsFrauLendorfer'shusbandhadbeenthemost
celebratedmusicianinViennaandhispianowasregardedasthefinestofitskind,its
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valuebecauseofit-unparalleled.Whileherhusbandlivedithadoccupiedacornerof
thegrandballroomattherearofthehouse.Aroomwhichhadsadlyfallenintodisrepair
sincethemusicfadedandherhusbandwaslaidinhiscoldgrave
Therewasatimeyoungmanwhentheworldwasbeautiful,whenIwasbeautiful.
Theoldwomansaidmakingherwayslowlytowardstheinstrument.Iwoulddanceas
myhusbandplayed.Iwouldsingtohismusic,myhandrestinguponhisshoulder.Iwas
foolishenoughtobelievethatIwouldalwaysbebeautifulandthathismusicwould
neverfade.Ilookinthemirrornowandhardlyknowthewitheredfacethatlooksbackat
me.Myreflectionisastranger.Ihadsupposedoncethatallthingsendurehappiness
andyouth.Butseasonschange,wegrowold,theleavesfallfromtheboughandweare
leftwiththeghostsofourpastsummerswithouteverpossessingthem.Shepaused
andranherthinfingertipsoverthelustrouswoodofthepiano.Sincemyhusband's
death,ascoreofyearsago,IhavepromisedthemalltheSteinwayatsomepointin
time:mynieceAnnabelmostrecently,mynephewbeforeher,mygod-daughterbefore
him.Forthepromisetheygavemeeverything,entertainedme,flatteredme,satand
pumpedtheivorykeyswiththebeliefthatthesoundpleasedme.Itneverpleasedme
foritwasnevermyhusbandplaying,nooneplaysaswellashedid.Forthepromise
theysawonlytheirgain,thevalueoftheinstrumentandwhattheymightbuyforthe
moneyonsellingit:suchfacileavariciousfools.
Shepausedanddragginghershawlaroundhershoulders,tookachairand
indicatedfortheyoungmantodolikewise.
Theyfailedthetest?Karlsaidsittingdown,lookingtowardsthewindowswhere
theambersunplayedoutsidetheveiledcasements.Hewonderedwhyshehadshutit
outbutthenshehadnoneedofitanymore.Heturnedbacktoher.Theyneverheard
yourhusband'smusic,Karloffered.
Theoldwomanlookedattentivelyathimsearchinghisbrighteyesformockeryor
laughter,findingnothingbutsincerity.Doyouyoungman?
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Iheartheechoes.Yourhusband'sgeniuswasunsurpassed.Hefilledthishouse
withhappinessandlaughterwithmusic.No-theother'sdidnothearhimandsoyou
chosemethemostunworthyrecipientofyourgenerosity...
Youareprefect.
Iamyourrevenge.Karlroseandpacedtheroomforseveralmomentshishead
bowedinthought.Everythinghehadwishedforwastangible.Foramomenthecould
glimpsehisfuture-howitmightbe.Hewonderedthathehadeveraspiredtothis
gossamerworld.Hisyouth,hisbeautywouldfade-themanthatlookedbackathim
fromthemirrorwouldonedaybeastranger;havinglivedhislifeinthehalf-lightofpetty
valuesliketheoldwomanbeforehim.TheSteinwayshouldnotdictatehislife-youth
andhappinessshould.
FrauLendorfer-whyshouldyousuppose
I
wouldwantyourghosts?Thatiswhat
youarepromisingmeIbelieve-yourpast-thephantomsofyouryouthandwithered
love.Doyoufancythatyouwillstrikeablowatthoseshallowdotingrelativeswhohave
foralltheseyearsdancedtoyoureverywhim?Doyouhopethatastheystandabout
yourgravetheywillweep,notforthelossofyoubutforthelossoftheSteinway?
Theoldwomanmerelyacknowledgedhiswordswithadrysmile.
FrauLendorferyouractionsproveonlyonething.Thatyoumightvaluethis
instrumentfarlessthanyourmemories.Toletitfallintosuchunworthyhandsasmine
itisnolessthansacrilege.Howcan
I
possiblyownaSteinway?Itakenojoyinmusic.
Dearmeyoungman,theoldladysaidwithsurprise.Yousupposethatsomeone
mustbeworthyoftheinstrumenttopossessit.Itisjustathingformakingmusic.Itonly
happenstobeworthagreatdeal.
Idohearthemusicbutnotyourlatehusband'sFrauLendorfer.Ihearyours.
Dearboy.
I
cannotplaytheSteinway.
Sinceyourhusband'sdeathyouhaveplayedthispianoFrauLendorferandyour
musichasbeensweetindeedandthosefoolshavedanced.Foryearsyouhave
accruedthebenefitsthatthemerepromiseofyourpianocouldbring.Youhavesat
besidetheirhearthsinwinteronthepromiseofit,youhavedinedfromtheirtableson
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thepromiseofit.Nowyoureapthesatisfactionofdenyingittothosewhoonceloved
youmost.No,Idon'treallybelievetheywereevermoreworthyofitthanIbutIdobelieve
thatyouwereneverworthyofiteither.Yourhusbandplayedthispianotomakethe
worldmorebeautiful,hefilledthisroomwithmusicandpeoplelaughedandswept
acrossthefloorundertheteeminglightofathousandcandles.Youhavedefiledit.
DoyoupresumeIwillgiveittoyounow?theoldladycried.
SoonerorlateryouwouldhavewithdrawnthegiftbutonlyafterIhaddanceda
whiletothetuneyouplayed,justasthoseothersdidbeforeme,fawningandgrovelling
atyoureverywhim...Iwillnotdanceforyou.
Suchinsolence.Leave,theoldladycommandedflailingherweakarmintheair
andpressingherhandkerchiefagainstherwitheredlips.
AsKarlHeindlwalkedfromherdoorthatdaythethoughtofhiswordschilledhim.
Theautumnskywasaclearcrispblueandtheweaksunshinefeltwarmandrichonhis
face.HehadlookedupontheSteinwayand,foraninstant,believeditwithinhisgrasp
andfeltavariceandcorruptionburninhiseyes.Hecouldsoeasilybecomesucha
monsterasFrauLendorferandhavedanced.OncetheSteinwayhadbeenbeautiful
but,unlikeFrauLendhorfer,hetrulybelievedthatitcouldbebeautifulagainsuchwas
thegiftofitsmusic.Onedaysomeonewhoplayedasfinelyasherhusbandwouldsit
beforeitandseeitforitsmusicalone,itsrealmusicandtheprofitstheyreapedfromit
wouldbethegreatestbyfar.Thatwashisgiftheunderstoodtruewealth-andhis
rewardwasfreedom.
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The Artists
ThomasElson
ThomasElsonlivesinNorthernCalifornia.Hisshortstorieshaveappearedinseveral
literaryjournalsincludingthePennsylvaniaLiteraryJournal,AvalonLiteraryReview,
ClackamasLiteraryReview,andPerceptionsMagazine.
ElizabethGibson
ElizabethGibsonstudiesattheUniversityofManchester.Herworkhasappearedina
numberofjournals.Shelovescats,turtlesandstargazing,blogsat
http://elizabethgibsonwriter.blogspot.co.uk
andtweetsat@Grizonne.
PaulaGibson
BornintheUK,PaulaRaeGibsonisaselftaughtphotographer.Shehastwobooks
published,DiaryofaLoveAddictbyKehrer,andRaebyEyemazingEditions,workingon
handmadeprintsinthedarkroomwitholdsecondhandcameras.Shewishestoevoke
emotionmorethan
fact.to
makepeoplefeelratherthansee.theseimagesarepartofa
seriesthatexplorememory.
NatalieGorbina
NatalieGorbinaiscurrentlyworkingonherPhDdissertationatTUDortmund(Germany).
Sheenjoysplayingwithwords.Fromtimetotime,theycrystallizeintostories.Email:
nataliegorbina@gmail.com
IvanGrebenshikov
IvanGrebenshikovisaRussian-SwissartistbasedinSwitzerland.Heisnowactively
exhibitinginSwitzerland,Italy,RussiaandUSA.Hiscurrentprojectisfocusedon
receptivearttherapy.
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LorrieHartshorn
LorrieHartshornhashadshortfictionpublishedinanumberofjournals,including
Compose,Severine,1000WordsandAnthem.SheeditsHaloLiteraryMagazine,a
journaloffictionbywomen.
KatieJones
KateJonesispassionateaboutflash,andhaspublishedinSickLit,Spelk,andCaf
Aphra.SheplacedfirstinthequarterlycompetitionFlash500,andalsowritesfeatures
andreviews.
KristyKerruish
KristyKerruishwasborninEdinburghandcurrentlylivesinTheNetherlands.Shewrites
fictionandpoetryandhasrecentlyhadworkplacedinDreamCatcher,SpelkFiction,
Winamop,DawntreaderandGoldDust,amongothers.
RobertS.King
RobertS.KingeditsKentuckyReviewandservesontheboardofFutureCyclePress.
GlassLyrePress(2014)publishedhislatestpoetrybook,DevelopingaPhotographof
God.
CourtneyLeBlanc
CourtneyLeBlancschapbook,AllintheFamily,isforthcomingfromBottlecapPress.
Readherblogat
www.wordperv.com
,followherontwitter:
www.twitter.com/wordperv
,
orfindheronfacebook:
www.facebook.com/poetry.CourtneyLeBlanc
.
AaronLembo
AaronLembohasrecentlycompletedhisundergraduatedegreeinCreativeWritingand
EnglishLiteratureatBathSpaUniversityandhisillustratedpoetrypamphlet,Ekphrasis
Revised,waspublishedin2015.
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L.L.Madrid
L.L.MadridlivesinTucsonwhereshecansmelltherainbeforeitfalls.Sheresideswith
herfour-year-olddaughterandanantisocialcat.@LLMadridWriter
LauraManardo
LauraManardoisarecentgraduatefromKalamazooCollege.Shecurrentlydoes
marketingforamedicalcompanyandyoucanfindheronweekendswritingpoems
aboutmarinelife.
JayMerill
Jayisa2017PushcartPrizeNomineewithrecentflashfictionin3AMMagazine,Hobart
andtNY,twostorycollections(Salt),andisWriterinResidenceatWomeninPublishing.
SafiaMoore
Aserialcompetitionshortlistee,Safiahasbeenpublishedinvariousjournals.In2015she
wontheBathShortStoryAwardandhasaflashinthe2016NFFDanthology.
JuanitaRey
JuanitaReyisaDominicanpoetwhohasbeenintheUSAforfiveyears.Shehas
workedmanyjobswhilestudyingtoimproveherEnglish.Shehasbeenwritingfora
numberofyearsbutonlyrecentlyhavebeguntotakeitseriously.Herworkhasbeen
acceptedbyPennsylvaniaEnglish,HarbingerAsylum,YellowChairReviewandMadcap
Poets.
AlinaStefanescu
AlinaStefanescuisapoetwhoiscurrentlyworkingonashortfictioncollection.More
onlineat
www.alinastefanescu.com
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ChristinaTaylor
ChristinaTaylorlivesinNewcastleuponTyne.Herworkhasappearedinprintandonline
inFirewords,ParagraphPlanet,Storyboard,101WordsandAdhocFiction.Followher
onTwitter@Chrissie72.
M.DrewWilliams
M.DrewWilliamswillbeginhisMFAcandidacyatCreightonUniversitythiscomingFall.
Hischapbook,NoGhostGoesUnnoticed,wasreleasedbyLeafGardenPress.Findhim
here:
m-d-williams.tumblr.com
CodyWilson
CodyWilsonlivesinArizona.HeisanMFAcandidateatQueensUniversityofCharlotte
andisapoetryreaderforQu.HehaspoemsrecentlypublishedinKentuckyReview.
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