Lorette C. Luzajic

The Gnome

Mother, a garden gnome, hunkered under a canopy of kale and potentilla, wresting  tangled roots with a trowel. Her face is ruddy and hard; it won’t soften until afternoon, when she fills her water bottle with pink wine from the box in the fridge.   I lurk at the edge of the raspberry row, hoping […]

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Sweet and Sour

We choke down the liver and onions with hot sauce and lime, all because I keep mumbling about Vitamin A. While you are airing out the fragrance of entrails, I am scrabbling under your bed for the Calvin and Hobbes compendium I kicked out the way last night when we were getting nasty on the

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