In the grounds

Her coffeecould wake the dead,quite literally.This secret menu was real.The body lay on three tablespushed togetherwhile his father sipped mint teain a corner after hours.The recipe, simple:too many beansdark, oilycrushed by screaming burrswater, too hotin an antique...

Isolated Piano

His notes smell of cognac—dark old woodand finesse. The tip-snifter rests on tophis home spinet. Was a time he wouldfill it with warm, brown liquid, then practice.Now it holds dust and matchbooks. Still, he couldsmell brandy as he plunked black keys. Dark woodstill...

Sixteen, doing buggies at the Shop-n-Save

gaze beyond the bridgesas the early evening sundips into the tailof the Ohio river two cloud-making smoke stackspuff awaya rippled reflection of it allin the iridescent flowsmell of fried fishwafts upfrom the fast-food jointacross the parking lotmixes inwith the...

Corner of the Eye

Like the candles lit,by strangers at Easterin homemade gowns.Once they’re secluded, they point their fingersat their recent culprit.That same daythey taught howto steal the Mona Lisa. Michael Igoe, instructor at Boston University’s Psych Rehab Center. City...