ABSTRACT 5 BY JENNIFER GURNEY
Jennifer Gurney lives in Colorado where she teaches, paints, writes and hikes. Her...
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Jennifer Gurney lives in Colorado where she teaches, paints, writes and hikes. Her...
Read MoreCovering the entrance of sounds, Guarding the restless temple of minds, A shelter for life’s vertigo. ears soak in the mystery solution insulating noises, Finally, a flow into my internal heart. Whether I am resonating with your...
Read More“Cognitive decline,” a doctor’s descriptive term was not the diagnosis we feared. When all medications failed to slow her decline, the neurologist confirmed it is Alzheimer’s. . Drying her off after a shower, putting on the...
Read More“’Void,’” Roy announces the title with pride as he turns the page expectantly. “Go on,” his wife urges. “There’s been some sort of mistake,” Roy says in disbelief, flipping the same page back and forth; “There’s nothing more;...
Read MoreThese pores in my hands are wells descending to the vault of my bones— a granite cradle shaped in the womb. Blood fused into bricks, cemented with the cigarette ashes my mother smoked— still compact inside my ribs. These teeth,...
Read MoreNot a ljósálfar, I live in no proximity to gods and not a døkkálfar, I don’t live underground* I am not good, I am not wicked My(s)elf is middle-of-the-road but like a certain kind of toad** has its fire-in-the-belly Not...
Read MoreNo one will ever paint or saint me, so I’ll live as freely as I wish without a fear that haughty pundits might bestow denunciations that could carry clout. As Nobody-who-are-you, I celebrate (s)elf-governance and nonalignment,...
Read MoreThe smell of chlorine takes me back to our pool days – the midnight fence hops, well after closing — cheap beer and the innocence of summer nights we thought would never freeze. Jumps off the third tower, the splash of...
Read MoreOn the drive to work, I see turkeys on the side of the road. They seem pissed that I’m in their way. They were here first, so I politely stop and let them cross. What I do not understand is why can’t they just wait their turn...
Read MoreOn your birthday I think about calling, but I go for the text message — and nothing comes back. No surprise; you never showed any sense of urgency, or was on time for anything — like on the night you ended us, you...
Read Moreshe leaves at 2AM, no note or text tops the tank, takes the back roads out of town his words on her brain, bruises on her face gets pulled over 75 miles out of town tells the cop her story; he writes the ticket she can come back...
Read Morephone call today asking to speak with you I’m not even sure why I answered my heart pinged at your name spoken I replied there’s no one by that name here I toyed with saying more but decided against after hanging up...
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