Clarity

CLARITY I. The aftermath of gray The hurricane rips through your heart, toppling telephone poles. Satellite signals explode, communication ceases. In the basement, floodwaters rise, white caps lap ...

From: lisahickey

Reads: 214

Learners Permit

LEARNER’S PERMIT Left turn onto Moody Street, then suddenly, “Mom, I don’t know what to do.” The passenger seat is out of whack. We are driving – no, we are not driving. Alanna is driving. Sixteen...

From: lisahickey

Reads: 185

One Great Sentence

An observation.

From: lisahickey

Reads: 2,916

Navigating

Navigating Do you remember leaning on the railing of my third floor apartment? For hours we watched the fireworks we couldn’t see. One of us would point to the empty sky, a piece of the night fille...

From: lisahickey

Reads: 102

Picasso Knows

Picasso knows This is the story I want to tell you about Picasso: light, natural as straw, through the east window, rays and dust. He squeezes long worms of paint, criss-crossing a ceramic plate. H...

From: lisahickey

Reads: 1,549

Sky and Wires

Me to him: “Sorry I am late. I just had to take a picture of the sky.” 

From: lisahickey

Reads: 118

Why I Can’t Dance in Hell

Why I can’t dance in hell I push the metal cart up and down the supermarket aisle. Pile in processed food after processed food, unable to find the produce department. I slide over to the gym to lif...

From: lisahickey

Reads: 188

Even the Most Stubborn Falter on Route One in S...

Even the most stubborn falter on Route One in Saugus Dark early, I’m driving thoughtfully. From out of the blue come these words, from my son in the back seat: “mom, I think it would be fun if a wa...

From: lisahickey

Reads: 73

Mail-Order Tadpoles

Mail-Order Tadpoles 1.) Arrival The postman hands me the brown corrugated envelope on a sleety day in March. Inside, a zip-lock bag containing eggs the size of a pinhead, jelled together. My daught...

From: lisahickey

Reads: 81

Discarding My Bra In Milan

Discarding my bra in Milan The guidebook gets thrown away first, on a city street, in Milan’s financial district. The bra goes next, in a barrel in an alleyway behind a cafe. The proprietor brings ...

From: lisahickey

Reads: 162