Recently added articles from Confrontation:
A red pen.(Stories)(Short story)
Jun 22, 2009; Henion, Kathryn ... Roger always knew he'd have an accident. It was a kind of given for anyone from Mobile Manor Trailer Park, where proximity to the GM plant pretty much guaranteed your working there and, in turn, your likelihood of being injured in a plant mishap. In fact, the plant was where Roger's father ...
Love and other terminal diseases.(Stories)(Short story)
Jun 22, 2009; Story, Jim ... 1. Gretchen On the day Gretchen came to see me with her documents, after small talk and the shedding of her outer garments, I immediately got down to business. "Where are the papers you wanted to show me?" She handed me the packet as I sat at my desk. At ...
Two virgins.(Stories)(Short story)
Jun 22, 2009; Haverty, Charles ... Geraghty was halfway to Susan Crookshank's when she phoned to ask if he could come an hour later than planned. Her parents, who'd been scheduled to return to Long Island that afternoon, wouldn't be flying out until morning on account of an ice storm moving up the Eastern Seaboard. She'd ...
Graft vs. host.(Stories)(Short story)
Jun 22, 2009; Smith, Richie ... "When you were thirteen," Mrs. Herzweig told me, "in stead of a Bar Mitzvah, you got a Jewish heart." It happened to be the heart of her son, Marty. He died in a motorcycle accident, a few weeks after his seventeenth birthday. I learned a lot about my donor from his family, and ...
The toaster.(Stories)(Short story)
Jun 22, 2009; Pierce, Greg ... Katie wanted to be a famous writer like her uncle. She'd never read any of his books because her dad kept them hidden in the basement under the gardening stuff on account of the sex parts. She knew what was in them, though. Boats and wars mostly, with boat sex and war sex to keep people ...
The road to Hofuf.(Stories)(Short story)
Jun 22, 2009; Johnson, Nora ... Martin and Joel had been to Hofuf a dozen times. As Field Research geographers for the oil company, they knew all the humps and mounds (which they called jebels) that served as landmarks. In those early days of oil exploration, fifty years ago, they liked to think of themselves as sons of ...
Getting to "ready".(Personal Essay)(Short story)
Jun 22, 2009; Wolfson, Laura Esther ... I wore my flannel nightgown with the tiny lavender flowers. He had on his beige briefs with the blue pinstripe, he said. I filled in the rest--ruddy hair, hazel eyes, slim body, pockmarks. He murmured to me over thousands of kilometers of telephone cable from his home, far to the south in ...
Cucumbers.(Poems)(Poem)
Jun 22, 2009; White, Jared ... <Pre> Cucumbers I. The house into which I just moved smells like elderly women and cats and dust. II. I have traveled a great distance from home to take classes with adults who just recently learned that pickles are cucumbers first. In the ...
Avocado.(Poems)(Poem)
Jun 22, 2009; Saleh, Dennis ... <Pre> Avocado Brandon Part of it sleeps. Part of it fits the inside of your hand. Put your hand around it the first few times so you don't forget, the hard rough yawn. Inside the carriage gallops to Paris the dark green aristocrat ...
To Esther.(Poems)(Poem)
Jun 22, 2009; White, Nancy ... <Pre> To Esther It's just ... the way you eat it raw, when time, my lost sister, is like the rare persimmon, how you have to wait--remember?--till it practically rots. To get a green one down, you need salt or to be as cooked, part-man, as you. But then (I ...
Daybreak.(Poems)(Poem)
Jun 22, 2009; Melhem, D.H. ... <Pre> Daybreak Day steps through the window, kisses me on both cheeks. Formality? Friendship? Yesterday morning ...
Into Spring.(Poems)(Poem)
Jun 22, 2009; Wickes, Helen ... <Pre> Into Spring We bought some lumpy bulbs, thinking to spade them into the earth, throw on dirt and water, and, next year, wait for them to please, just grow, golden, fantastc, so we can remember your own thousands of daffodils, your acreage--now we're talking ...
Sleepwalker: Budapest.(Poems)(Poem)
Jun 22, 2009; Rich, Susanna ... <Pre> Sleepwalker: Budapest From the gutter edging the Hotel Ibis roof, a tree rises large enough for the woman to climb. How could she not? Skeletal, sheathed in mist--she is the tree--all limb, out of place, only crumbled leaves for roots. Spawned from ...
Nantucket.(Poems)(Poem)
Jun 22, 2009; Yannantuono, Fred ... <Pre> Nantucket Time is a boat. I am in it, kids in tow, wife asleep, and you, mid-winter--in seas one's thoughts stray. So when tonight back at the inn, back from the wharf, all of us abed, a ...
Starlings.(Poems)(Poem)
Jun 22, 2009; Phillips, Rowan Ricardo ... <Pre> Starlings To scatter starlings over an empty expanse of sky Under the grooved end of the great blue peppermill think starlings. Or late winter. Or the sky silver and sheer. I think starlings and this time they appear. Their stomachs are full of ...
Swimming After a Hurricane.(Poems)(Poem)
Jun 22, 2009; Parham, Robert ... <Pre> Swimming After a Hurricane When the storm chews up the bottom of the ocean the way whiskey without food, lots of it, sours the stomach, steals the night asleep, finally, and we wade in as if to swim (although we've no clue how), the burn of the water rivals ...
Say.(Poems)(Poem)
Jun 22, 2009; Wilson, Miles ... <Pre> Say There's a certain congestion of light, say saffron running to ochre down the Umbrian Hills, refractive of more complicated palettes: say the kids' tuition, your wife's lover, that sketchy colonoscopy. The pigmentation of Dubuque. Lord, you would ...
Milton Will Be Read from Microfiche.(Poems)(Poem)
Jun 22, 2009; Braden, Dennis ... <Pre> Milton Will Be Read from Microfiche Even you will be smaller. A modest garden on the back of one hand, a few beans some tomatoes tended by the State. They will ...
The Vase.(Poems)(Poem)
Jun 22, 2009; Burke, Nancy ... <Pre> The Vase In the kitchen, a vase stood on the table, And in the vase--a thick one, fired blue, With a chip on one side and Two thumb-sized indentations in the other--A tulip stem arced down, Its sad head sagging, graceful in despair. I never knew that ...
So Much for Resolutions.(Poems)(Poem)
Jun 22, 2009; McGovern, Ann ... <Pre> So Much for Resolutions Morning snow buries New Year's intentions. I review last year's failures. So I didn't learn Spanish. Big deal. And I didn't lose those 12 pounds. "The more of you to love," he said. "Don't talk to me in cliches," I snapped. So ...
