In today’s Community, we are honored to re-introduce stories and poetry by Steve Henn and D. E. Fulford.
Are You Picking Up What I’m Putting Down / Elegy for my friend April, Gone these 20 years
“My GF tells me
her new friend likes to lift
I say I prefer to put down.
Not to criticize your fitness...“
The Broadkill Review
a Small Reckoning or Bob-O-Matic
“When I was in middle school
there was a janitor named Bob…”
Wild Roof Journal
Source Material: Living With My Ex-Wife’s Suicide
“Lydia threatened to kill herself so many times in our marriage that it was an interminable refrain. It was an earworm, the chorus to a pop song you hated to hear, because once you hear it in the air, it plays a thousand times in your head…”
6, 9, 11, 14.
there was no ill-intent toward the bee/my foot swelled for half a day congealed inside baking soda mask/we have to move again/the fixed blocks of apartments hold friend potential/thrift store roller skates... “
The Blood Pudding
November 18, 2020
George Hjorth Never Saw the Film He Shot at Normandy
“Turn on the camera/
in our war the victor
ghostlike evocative of who…”
From Whispers to Roars
July 1, 2020
In the Beginning, I was a Moth
“I burned by Appalachian fog-thoughts when it began
here—in the foothills of Colorado’s Rocky Mountains…”
June 17, 2020
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