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Book Review: Inside Out Egg
In Robin LaMer Rahija’s debut poetry collection “Inside Out Egg,” we are jackknifed into the absurdity of beauty coexisting with banality, and saved by the hope of another snowfall.
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Mr. Movie
Long before Blockbuster opened in our town, there was Mr. Movie. Everyone knew him—he was our resident gay man, a curiosity in small Midwestern town. He rarely went outside, but when he did, he drifted between the mailbox and concrete stoop of the sagging bungalow, a tall, pale ghost in…
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scrimshaw
Here, she is mistress of a small, tidy universe, almost untouched by the woes of the world outside. Among the comforting smells of garlic and sage, one could almost forget the wail of air-raid sirens, the ration tickets, and the lines of uniformed men waiting at the steam-shrouded station.
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Wrestling with Jello
Reflections on a writing seminar with Natalie Goldberg, author of “Writing Down the Bones”.
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Blue Jeans
It’s menacing, fetid, and dark. I back away and press the jeans to my chest, reconsidering. I can’t do this, but I must.
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