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Tag: poetry

, | By Noel Sloboda

[ December 18, 2014 ]

Dear University Office of Risk Management (IV)

Dear University Office of Risk Management (IV) Thank you for sharing your reservations about my recent letters. I was not going to say anything, but I think you should know that these missives were penned by my undergraduate research assistant, N***. This circumstance should contextualize any irregularity in form or content. I do not wish …

, | By Noel Sloboda

[ December 17, 2014 ]

Dear University Office of Risk Management (III)

Dear University Office of Risk Management (III) You will find with this letter three vials of my blood to help with the university’s new wellness initiative. My aversion to blood made me avoid the mobile-medical-unit that visited campus last week to collect samples from employees. With that acknowledged, I understand that the blood will be …

, | By Noel Sloboda

[ December 16, 2014 ]

Dear University Office of Risk Management (II)

Dear University Office of Risk Management (II) I wanted you to know about an imminent threat to the campus community presented by changes to our dental plan. Specifically, I am concerned about the elimination of benefits for family members of university employees. More specifically, my wife’s teeth matter a great deal to me. The origin …

, | By Noel Sloboda

[ December 15, 2014 ]

Dear University Office of Risk Management

Dear University Office of Risk Management Please do not be concerned about the fire alarm that was pulled in the library last Thursday afternoon: I did this to test our evacuation procedures. I was concerned that there had not been a single drill this semester. In the event of a real emergency, everybody should have …

, | By Carol Clark Williams

[ November 28, 2014 ]

Heritage

There is no word for “freedom” in biology; in family idiom, no concept of the Self. Cruel monsters of my childhood still surface, lurking too close in the genetic pool. How can I stand apart? When will I be my own? In hostile mirrors I reflect my sister’s face and carry out the day’s routine …

, | By Carol Clark Williams

[ November 27, 2014 ]

Of Two Evils

  No longer are my dreams long halls for monsters: people there these nights are faceless and benign, ready to waltz with me when threads of music knit the raveled sleeve of care. My nightmare enemies have moldered to the dust beneath my bed. In shadowed closets, they hung up their grotesqueries and departed, closing …

, | By Carol Clark Williams

[ November 26, 2014 ]

Defenses Down

  What if they are the true perceptions of your life, those thoughts which come at two in the morning, when shadows twist and shift like lunatics and darkness presses its cold fingertips hard against your straining eyes? What if the dull rage in the dregs of booze glazing the last ice cubes, at the …

, | By Carol Clark Williams

[ November 25, 2014 ]

Revenant

  They thought that we would go like sheep bemused and walking in our sleep, unmindful cattle herded deep down into the nightmare: the troll behind the closet door, the serpent in the dresser drawer— we walked the charcoal corridor, inhaled the fetid air. And still we spin our knotted thread along the bench, beneath …

, | By Carol Clark Williams

[ November 24, 2014 ]

Mother’s Night

  Night in the house of my childhood invaded more than corners: it crept into the soul, a golem breeding nightmares. Awakened by my screams, mother came to my bedside offering comfort. She sat there, a dark shadow, her glinting eyes in deeper pools of darkness. And I agreed that I was comforted, oh quickly …

, | By Brian Morrison

[ November 7, 2014 ]

A History of Meatloaf, Circa 1807

A soldier on leave from the Garguantuan War, Maggie’s husband whistled the path home at the thought of her vegetable stew. Maggie would have beamed for his arrival had she not been forced to squeeze between enormous ankles, duck under a nose holding coats, to greet him. He dragged her out to display his bounty: …