Breath & Shadow


Winter 2014
Volume 11, Issue 1

"Support the Fight: A Review of Something on our Minds"

Written By

Liz Whiteacre

When “We Write for the Fight,” an online self-help group connecting people with Multiple Sclerosis (MS), put out a call for writers to contribute to an anthology project whose proceeds would benefit the National Multiple Sclerosis Society, many responded. The project produced Something on our Minds, which is edited by Tracy A. Todd and Sean J. Mahoney. The anthology is divided into three sections: poetry, personal reflection, and short stories. Each piece presents a unique response to life with MS and a wide range of emotions from anger to fear to gratitude to joy. The complexity of emotions coupled with the many different ways MS can affect peoples’ lives gives readers a glimpse of day-to-day life as the writers’ bodies and spirits evolve with this disease.

"Long-Ago Lover"

Written By

Susan M. Silver

December-decorated evening,

Streets that revel in the gaudy.

Beyond, a sacred orchid-sunset

Slips into the horizon’s envelope,

And a tale of winternight begins...

"Snowy Memory"

Written By

Nancy Scott

I don't know precisely what year it was. My memory does not recall chronology. I would never have written anything resembling memoir had I needed a timeline.

 

It was probably around 1990. I had a second chance to hear Hayden Carruth in person. He was the first poet with books (plural) published that I'd ever heard read poetry. Something about that New England-accented voice began a turn in me. I wanted to do what he did. I wanted people to sit through my holding them hostage with words. I wanted the magic to rub off on me.

"Water Waste"

Written By

Andrew Jarvis

A rotten octopus no longer electric,

a mess of kelp strangling driftwood,

and shells, there must always be shells.

 

Sea cucumbers, seaweed, and snails,

a trilogy of neon green and woven brown

displayed as if offered to

some sea god...

"One Wallet Too Many"

Written By

Todd Hanks

The indoor public pool was busy on Saturday. The wall of glass by the check-in counter was steamed like a terrarium. Little boys did cannonballs from the sides, and a group of girls knocked a red ball back and forth. Old men exercised, walking laps in the waves.

 

Mouse Thompson signed in under a false name, carrying a bundle wrapped in a towel, and walked into the men’s changing room. He knew there would be no locks on the lockers; he’d been in there before. Mouse began to search methodically through the metal boxes one by one, listening for the sound of a door opening. By the time he had gone through every locker, he had stashed three wallets in his jacket pocket.

"The Bear"

Written By

Roger Batchelor

Winter slept without him for four months.

Warm outside.

He woke and moved into life again.

Forest without green greeted him, nothing moved.

The trees did not speak, the birds did not leave, silence...

"Splat"

Written By

Randy Peters

The sun blazed in a bright blue cloudless sky. Birds sang, the air carried the smell of hay drying in back fields coupled with manure from the barn. Cows, impatient to get back in the pasture, mooed in the barnyard, and in the distance, Pepere circled a meadow on one of his old tractors. Sounds from its ancient skipping engine echoed off distant trees crowding in on the open edges. It was a great day to be five.

"The Statement"

Written By

Atty Rose

“For the third time, we had the keys. Emaleen, gave, us, the, keys."

 

I rubbed my forehead. It felt fit to split. How long could these guys keep this up?

 

"That?"

 

The big horse-faced Detective, Hegil Mesh, pointed to the shriveled gourd thing on the table. His head was so sunburned it look like a shiny apple.

 

"Smells like rat shit and cloves."

"Medicated Youth" and "Lingua Epilepticus"

Written By

John Davis Jr.

Regular, but not normal:

Morning and night Phenobarbital

doses supplied by Pete’s Pharmacy, kept

in a half-hexagonal amber bottle, black-capped,

imprisoning thicker maroon-tinted liquid...

"Your Hands" and "Smile"

Written By

Dawnell Harrison

My mind is starless and

As blank as a white wall.

The moon feigns white

Brightness and love.

I cannot trust it...