Jennifer Acker's Blog, page 16
October 21, 2024
Little Women
MEGAN TENNANT
Before we peel off to bed, Ruth suggests we close with a prayer. We all bow our heads, the buzz of the fluorescent light and grasshoppers growing louder in the silence. I hear the tones of my dad—earnest, grateful—and I feel my head become heavy, my closed eyes twitching.
Before we peel off to bed, Ruth suggests we close with a prayer. We all bow our heads, the buzz of the fluorescent light and grasshoppers growing louder in the silence. I hear the tones of my dad—earnest, grateful—and I feel my head become heavy, my closed eyes twitching.
Dolors Miquel: Poems
DOLORS MIQUEL
In the ravine the river roars / the rocks seem made of glass, / the snow swaddles it all, / icy hands on the reins. / In the ravine time demands / in a deep invisible voice / just one human life / to turn into flesh and be free. / Just one human life. // On the cliffs of my soul
In the ravine the river roars / the rocks seem made of glass, / the snow swaddles it all, / icy hands on the reins. / In the ravine time demands / in a deep invisible voice / just one human life / to turn into flesh and be free. / Just one human life. // On the cliffs of my soul
Tramsa, Tromsa, Tramso
MÒNICA BATET
At first it made her feel less alone, but later, as she walked on, the lilting sounds morphed into ever more frightening screams, and she had to crouch and cover her ears. Then the ivy shot up and closed in on her, snake-like, twisting around her feet and ankles.
At first it made her feel less alone, but later, as she walked on, the lilting sounds morphed into ever more frightening screams, and she had to crouch and cover her ears. Then the ivy shot up and closed in on her, snake-like, twisting around her feet and ankles.
There’s Still Oxygen
CARLOTA GURT
On June 6, 1981, the department store El Águila, located on the Plaça de la Universitat, burned to the ground. The fire was talked about all over.
On June 6, 1981, the department store El Águila, located on the Plaça de la Universitat, burned to the ground. The fire was talked about all over.
The Advice
IRENE PUJADAS
“You need to take responsibility for your life,” F states. She finds it embarrassing to waste a Saturday morning on this nonsense. She then adds: “Do us all a favor and put an end to this circus—or, at the very least, sit in the middle.” You stay where you are.
“You need to take responsibility for your life,” F states. She finds it embarrassing to waste a Saturday morning on this nonsense. She then adds: “Do us all a favor and put an end to this circus—or, at the very least, sit in the middle.” You stay where you are.
Lunch at the Boqueria
MERCÈ IBARZ
Close, so close he can already taste it. This afternoon he’ll become the owner of a secret. But first he’ll have lunch with his mother, who’s waiting for him at the restaurant in the back of the Boqueria Market, and once he’s got her home safely, he’ll meet up with the current owner of a Picasso engraving and he’ll buy it.
Close, so close he can already taste it. This afternoon he’ll become the owner of a secret. But first he’ll have lunch with his mother, who’s waiting for him at the restaurant in the back of the Boqueria Market, and once he’s got her home safely, he’ll meet up with the current owner of a Picasso engraving and he’ll buy it.
Solitude
ADRIENNE SU
I have come to my senses. / I believe in books, / but they have their place. / The flowers in them lack scent. / Books cannot feed you; / they are at their worst / when imitating romance, / not because they don’t / get it but because / they do: romance is mental.
I have come to my senses. / I believe in books, / but they have their place. / The flowers in them lack scent. / Books cannot feed you; / they are at their worst / when imitating romance, / not because they don’t / get it but because / they do: romance is mental.
Wedding Vows
WYATT TOWNLEY
Walking is falling forward. Running // is falling faster. Watch the dark. It falls / so slowly while the sun yanks the rug // out from under you. At night some fall over / a book into a story. Some fall // for each other. We have fallen all the way / here.
Walking is falling forward. Running // is falling faster. Watch the dark. It falls / so slowly while the sun yanks the rug // out from under you. At night some fall over / a book into a story. Some fall // for each other. We have fallen all the way / here.
A Humble Invitation from Your Floor Supervisor
DOUGLAS KOZIOL
Laura felt a pair of hands on her shoulders and the oxygen leave her lungs. They were the same hands that had traced her scar, the same shock on her skin. And they were moving downward, inching past her clavicle, fingers angling toward her chest.
Laura felt a pair of hands on her shoulders and the oxygen leave her lungs. They were the same hands that had traced her scar, the same shock on her skin. And they were moving downward, inching past her clavicle, fingers angling toward her chest.
Return of the Puffin
JAMES K. BOYCE
A human hand reached into the burrow and lifted the downy chick into the daylight. A man carefully measured its wingspan to ascertain the Kid’s age: eight to fourteen days, old enough to self-regulate its body temperature but young enough to imprint on a new home.
A human hand reached into the burrow and lifted the downy chick into the daylight. A man carefully measured its wingspan to ascertain the Kid’s age: eight to fourteen days, old enough to self-regulate its body temperature but young enough to imprint on a new home.
