stumbles, falls again, and a scorpion and two beetles
watch her crawl inside on her hands and knees.
Through her dazed eyes, sparks burst
forth from the leaves, the stones,
even from the end of each of her nails.
Finally she gets onto her feet but then
the waters seep out beneath her and she falls again
whimpering, unable to walk, the waves of pain
the loneliness filling up the mobile home,
spreading in terrifying silence.
Opening knees, her arms hugging her watermelon belly,
holding it in like a belt. Slowly, instinctively,
her arms begin kneading, doing their work
of expulsion, forcing long, feverish chills
through her limbs. Then suddenly,
she’s no longer alone—the baby at her breast.
The dog’s eyes shine out
into the shadows like two stars, as if their light
were enough to keep the world at bay.
F.S. Symons, MPA, PhD, has published his short stories online at opiummagazine.com, gloomcupboard.com, among others and non-fiction in academic journals such as Economic Geography (distributed world-wide) and Canadian Communication. After being tinker, sailor, soldier, spy and foreign correspondent he studied and moved on to telecommunications at the UN and the Canadian Federal Government. Married with six children and two grandchildren, he likes sensual, natural world-based prose and poetry.
by Bob Eager Are you a black sheep? Not a message from the departed it is a message from the people sitting next to you. Due to becoming recently clairvoyant, The spirit are asking just one question, what are you doing with your life. Somewhere over here, In this general direction, waiting for you to respond so I can become more specific. Ready for a cold read, I mean a psychic evaluation. Its not a calculation of probability and statistics; it is a collective field of informative energy. You will stay poor! You will not succeed! You will stay mediocre! Am I getting warm yet?