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Nobody would be likely to steal my old Chevy truck, I guess.

Open paint cans clutter the floor, and color slops over […]

As the sun crosses the meridian dividing the house, / the day slows down, and the living room becomes whiter. […]

Aunt Flo had a daughter She was a drug addict Aunt Flo had leukemia Her husband left her Aunt Flo had a party invited everyone she knew gave everyone gifts told everyone how much she loved them Aunt Flo said she was going on a trip She was found hanged     Vincent J. Tomeo… Continue reading Aunt Flo’s Goodbye

Ahead of the crowd, I settle into a choice window seat. This former school bus won’t roll from Times Square deep into New Jersey until every seat is paid for. I eye all those boarding. They are, to quote Sly Stone, everyday people. More than a few women board, lugging shopping bags and little kids,… Continue reading The Mexican

The colleagues would celebrate closing a case with the special hidden bottle of honey-tinted brandy, the very finest, extremely old. All the way down it would burn: grapes of France, oak of Germany, and your eyes, in the end, meeting mine.     Ruth Holzer’s poems have appeared in California Quarterly, Chiron Review, Poet Lore,… Continue reading Uralt

Face: heart-shaped; matter-of-fact, diffident Eyes: bespectacled;  hiding, searching Arms: thin;  hands nervous with low energy Legs:  woolly socks to just below the knee;               bare calves and thighs to just below the hemline Body:  white, warm, slightly moist Panties:  hidden, flimsy;  lightly fragrant with perfume or scent from nature Pinafore:  thrown on to cascade, lightly… Continue reading Doucette At Work In The Bookstore