ONLINE ISSUES

4.02 / February 2009


The Numbers

My emerald-green Oldsmobile sputtered and coughed as I slowly drove into the parking lot of the Snappy Jeans Distribution Center. It was Friday, the first day of a new year and the first time me and my partner Kasandra were making a pick-up at the center.

Errands

Morning, at the store where they laugh in Chinese, then back to an hour of TV aerobics when you call to say hello and ask me to a formal dinner. I want to buy you a leather scarf the kind Sajik sells on Greenbriar St. So out my apartment door, down the stairwell where Mrs.

POLAND

“I have always wanted to see Poland,” I tell Anna, my new Polish friend with dyed red hair, at the DUMBO gallery opening. True? Suddenly, it is. Maybe Poland is lovely, maybe I’m going to be happy. I look for the trays with big cocktail wieners: that’s definitely the Milwaukee in me.

Apocalyptic Love

From the far end of fiction, I spot the redhead in one of the two easy chairs by the cafe at the front of the bookstore. She has green eyes I could fall into, a sheer white blouse, and black high heels.

Table Manners

“—and the dish ran away with the spoon.” From Hey Diddle Diddle, the Cat and the Fiddle Mother Goose nursery rhyme After serving up the little Jack Horner and little Miss Muffet, Mother takes us around the mulberry bush squawking endless tales of domestic and barnyard high jinks.

The Secret Lives of Scientists

The universe proves itself unreliable when 1 James Prescott Joule, whose findings lead to the first law of thermodynamics, spends his honeymoon jury-rigging a thermometer at the top and bottom of a waterfall instead of canoodling. The limits of pleasure are neither known nor fixed. Friction keeps him sharp.

A Sigh Rose Inside Him

It was her, standing there outside the cafe in the rain, bareheaded. He knew, from the way she stood, her hands shattered by raindrops, her fingers turned up to catch, her face fetchingly flushed in the damp. He was not a good man, or noble, or important.

Missing Isadore

My wife calls from the hospital about the “Do Not Resuscitate” clause. In the window, a bowl sits empty lessened by having once held.

From a Carriage Barn, Everything

Gorillas Julia walked toward the carriage barn along the path through the long field. She loved its steep roof, its windows rippled with age, the hollow thump of the floorboards beneath her feet. Roger said the gorillas had returned. They’d been gone for over a year and she missed them.

My Father Calls With More Bad News

A boy my sister went to high school with killed himself, how? My father doesn’t know, can only read between the lines of small town gossip and transmit the news via telephone to me in Florida, far from Midwest tragedy, like the closing of another factory, or another farm sold off, which makes me think