Mother Receding By Michael O’Keefe
Lips cracked, dry, sometimes bleeding
Her eyes a scornful accusation
Her once robust self an emaciated shadow of its former character
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Lips cracked, dry, sometimes bleeding
Her eyes a scornful accusation
Her once robust self an emaciated shadow of its former character
Posted by admin | Jun 6, 2025 | Non-Fiction | 10 |
She lived a typical childhood. Her mother modeled for magazines, on runways, and in stores. Her other mother packaged Tastykakes and Swell Bubble Gum at their factories in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. Her father sold Cadillacs at...
Read MoreThe thing that tortured us was that we could see she was tortured. At first, we all played word games. She would watch television. She seemed especially to enjoy local commercials where the proprietor displays the product and...
Read MoreI take three cleansing breaths, and from somewhere deeper than my heart, muster the will to put my hand on the doorknob. I will be cheerful. I will smile. I will think lovely thoughts and be with my mother, or this person who’s...
Read MoreDespite the indomitable nature of many species, this cannot save them from the prodding lurk of man. Levi Compson understood this inequity as his family scouted over the Altamaha River—wading with sticks—prodding the shallows...
Read MorePosted by admin | Apr 25, 2017 | Non-Fiction | 0 |
Sorting through boxes of my mother’s effects some months after her death, I stumbled upon two Carnevale masks. She must have acquired them after I’d stopped skating and left home.
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