By Suzanne O'Connell This morning I found a meatloaf in a basket. When you look, there are always things to find. The only time you can find a fraudulent ballot for example, is when you look. We have statisticians willing to testify that there is a big coordinated Thing. It lurks in every city. It’s [...]
By Suzanne O’Connell The past four years have been like having a dad who sells all the furniture while I sleep, breaks the windows over the sink, throws out my stuffed bunny and lava lamp, then promises to take me to the Ferris wheel. He’s so loveable, until he isn’t. Like when he shoves me, [...]
By Suzanne O’Connell Your arms waved for help. The policeman bent down, hand on gun. “No!” you shouted. He fired. The sound, an exploding beehive. I looked at your fragile skull, resting on the sharp leaves of fall. Your eyelids blinked. Helicopters circled, sirens came. Your blood kept pooling. It was the color of mine. I [...]
