Saturday, October 22nd, 2011
“Sleep Over” by Jeff Vande Zande
Jeff Vande Zande SLEEP OVER It’s the first time he doesn’t want us around. They disappear upstairs with sleeping bags, pillows, a miniature suitcase, like bonsai luggage. They close the door. My wife and I aren’t sure what to do with our sudden personal space. We drift around the empty downstairs. I go to the [...]
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Wednesday, February 16th, 2011
“In Early Drafts, Robert Frost Relied Heavily on the Thesaurus” by Jeff Vande Zande
Jeff Vande Zande IN EARLY DRAFTS, ROBERT FROST RELIED HEAVILY ON THE THESAURUS Discontinuing By Timberland on a Fleecy Eventide —Robert Frost Whose copse this is I speculate I get. His domicile is in the township, yet; He won’t monitor me refraining here To observe his pines congesting with wet. My petite steed must reckon [...]
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Thursday, November 11th, 2010
“Clean” by Jeff Vande Zande
Jeff Vande Zande CLEAN Her small body shines with water and light. Giggling, she squeals daddy, splashes until his pants darken. Five more minutes, he thinks, stepping out quickly, pouring himself a drink, not expecting to return to find her slipped under, her tiny face staring up through the undulating surface. Before he can move, [...]
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Thursday, March 18th, 2010
“Microcosm” by Jeff Vande Zande
Jeff Vande Zande MICROCOSM She starts the engine, wanting only the air conditioning. He unloads their shopping cart into the back and then slides in against the scorching seat, grips the wheel, and watches her finger skim the receipt until she finally announces that the store didn’t charge them for the table lamp. They both [...]
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Sunday, November 9th, 2008
“Sleep Over” by Jeff Vande Zande
Jeff Vande Zande SLEEP OVER It’s the first time he doesn’t want us around. They disappear upstairs with sleeping bags, pillows, a miniature suitcase, like bonsai luggage. They close the door. My wife and I aren’t sure what to do with our sudden personal space. We drift around the empty downstairs. I go to the [...]
