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Show and Tell “Blue skies,” I warbled. “Smiling at me … ” Except no one was smiling. My classmates’ faces were glazed with boredom as they waited to rehearse. It was just hours before the talent show, and my voice was shaky, my tempo off. My choreography consisted of pacing the stage and gesturing with…
“Food Fight” > Sandra Beasley Seconds after swallowing the first bite of mango-topped pork, my throat begins to itch. Oh, no. I thought mango was Sandra-friendly. I’d tested out mango-tinis and mango salsa without a hitch. My gut cramps. I unzip my purse, sliver the foil of a Benadryl with my thumbnail and palm the…
Flour Is Firm by Sandra Beasley … Does wheat prepare for this as it grows,seeking the light in a half-thawed field?Do stalks know their strength is merely in their number? What is ground downwe name flour in promise that it will be made useful. Otherwise, it’s just dust.
The Traveler’s Vade Mecum, Line #4646: “Vegetation Grows Rapidly” Biting into a Calmyrna fig I taste the frantic wasp, how her wings tore off at the unripe hull’s door. How her ovipositor thrust, failing, enzymes seducing her gravid body, which had already hauled itself free from the goat fruit swollen with her sisters— caprifigs stapled…