HEX, OCTOBER 1956 by Donna D. Vitucci

The industrial grandeur and glare of Fernald erased even the stars so that approaching the plant for third shift was like driving from a tunnel into the government’s continuous daytime.  Jeter entered the perimeter, showed his badge at the checkpoint, and parked his...

Oranges by Donna D. Vitucci

If the way I remember differs from how others recall that time at United Methodist, well, memory trains itself—the dumbest, most diligent animal treading a familiar dirt circle, the pony performing its same one trick. Speaking now, who can it harm, with so many...

Pigsglue

Maddy Procter stood in the boys’ bathroom. Nobody pulled their pants down. Josh and Frankie and Paul loitered by the spots designated for peeing but they stayed tucked in. They also did not run out calling for Mrs. Dobryny, tattling. They watched Maddy, their...

Doxology

You can run on Catechism like it’s gasoline. Wipe your grime on the gauze that covers your intimate places. So then, a life tinted yellow, malaised, maized, amazed. A vision of my daddy’s last breaths, how his eyes googled under their lids, threatening to snap open,...

When We Were Small

Once a neighbor teen strung me up, noosed rope from a tire swing around my shoulder and tightened, me a small fry girl a human tire swing. When you hang, by armpit or neck, the rope burns, skin wilts.I screamed. I didn’t want to. I didn’t want to tell on him, I didn’t...

To Pieces

I. When the man who is large takes your hand you must go, your mother at your back like a shovel. Scuffing your shoes, you gain balance and enter The Mouth, as you consider it, a structure in the shopping center parking lot which is pretend shoe or boot or sno-cone or...

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