knitting sockshow much more can I hear and seeof our macrocosmseared onto tv screenblasted into newspapercellphone tablet radiomother of two nakedlying face down deadmetal screws hammered into torsobullets through saturated pelvishusband’s body nearbyexcept for his headwhich rolled down a ditcheyes and mouth wide openhow much more can I hear and seechildren crushed under concretebullets tearingContinue reading “3 poems by Sheila E. Tucker”
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Image of her. A flash fiction by Sheila E. Tucker
Image of her I have this fleeting memory of her sitting on her bed, still and silent, as dawn’s soft sun fingered its way through the sheers. She was unaware that I stood in the doorway, for she was far away, staring out of the window and—what?—remembering him? planning an escape? asking herself why? Continue reading “Image of her. A flash fiction by Sheila E. Tucker”
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