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Einstein's Pleasantville
The relativity of time in that the return To 1956, accomplished by simply Typing On a screblanc, white monde And Elvis releases his first hit. There are no Columbines here, No meth, no crack. Suburbs, white picket fences, buzz cuts, T-Birds, baseball, elegant, mannered women, Unlocked doors and Ford's factories Working Gritty men who knew not Madame de Pompadour. Rocky Marciano retired undefeated, Silky Sullivan hid Elvis' hips from view, Johnny Cash walked the line, And a transatlantic cable snaked like a Watery vine. Everything was pleasant: Pleasant neighborhoods, pleasant men, women, and children, Pleasant schools ranked world number one, pleasant drugstores, Coke a nickel, soda drunk by giggling poodle skirted girls. Dream American. Soft nights, velvet stars, heroes were real, heroines always In distress. Make Room For Daddy meant only the original, And “Memories Are Made of This,” were completed By the convertible's radio, a tender sigh, stolen kiss, Sweaters in the fall, no exposed lingerie in the hall. Forced by Einstein's physics, the mind decades descending, Observes the now return to unwatered grass dank and brown, Rusted, silent cars, the houses' lights green friendly, vision stilled, stop Typing.
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KENNETH WEENE | Watching Football
NECA STOLLER | North Beach Grill
NORMAN J OLSON | driving from LAS to LAX in a new convertible
DAVE BISHOP | An Exaltation of Grass
NORMAN J OLSON | LAS to LAX in a Convertible
JOHN GREY | Nightmarish
DAVID BARNES | Central Station
ALAN CATLIN | Henry Miller in Paris After Dark
ROBERT J. STOUT | Puerto Nuevo, Mexico
WILLIAM DORESKI | Just North of the Rio Grande
CALEB RIKETTS | Rhode Island
RUTH DAIGON | Musings on the Black Keys
CHEN FENG NG | A Speck of Dust
ANJANA BASU | "Two Daughters"
L. WARD ABEL | The Economy
MARYANN HAZEN-STEARNS | Tenth Avenue Whistle
JUDY HOGAN | This Sacred Way (October 12, 2008)
CAROLINE ENNIS | a blessing
VALENTINA CANO | Seasonal Depression
VAL MAGNUSON | Tryptych Spring
BILL CARROLL | When you no longer love the flowers
GALE ACUFF | Honeymoon
ERIN C. HASTINGS | Letter to Victoria Lucas
MATTHEW RETOSKE | A Place to Wait Out the Rain
TAYLOR GRAHAM | Hymn: Him of Us
STEVEN G. SYMMES | Sensual Pleasure
ELIZABETH KERLIKOWSKE | 'He hears music no one else hears evenings.'
A.D. WINANS | Last Call
GINA C. BRYSON | Hidden Sense

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I have parents and they love me and my dog loves me and I guess Jesus loves me, that's what the song says--why would a song lie? --and God and maybe the Holy Ghost, Who -ever that is, exactly, but I need more, more love, or love of a different kind, the kind I could get from Miss Hooker, my Sunday School teacher and a damn good one and a real beauty, too, red hair and green eyes and more freckles than I've ever seen on any one face before, let alone her neck and arms and legs, if it's no sin to say so--I can't help but notice them. Last night I dreamt I married Miss Hooker and on our honeymoon I asked her what she wanted to do, anything at all, and she said, I'll do anything you want to do, Honey, so I said, Okay, let's play checkers for a while, then watch TV because the Braves are on, and read comic books. Then we can have pizza rolls and french fries and maybe ice cream for dessert, Neopolitan because we're married and that's special, and then we can play cards. Well, alright Honey, she says--you know just how to treat a woman. I think I blushed because I wanted her to be satisfied. So we had a busy night and we both won at checkers and cards, even-Steven, and didn't bother to break the tie or pretend we were in the championship like I do with guys because we're married now and to each other so equally, I mean Miss Hooker and I, not my pals and I. And the Braves even won their game, though it took extra innings. And then   it was time for bed and we were pretty sleepy after all that fun and we saw each other naked and she's got freckles everywhere and I told her so and this time Miss Hooker was the one who blushed. Then we put on our pajamas and crawled into bed and kissed a couple of times like we meant it, which we do--did, I mean --and shook hands and rolled over, then out of nowhere I heard a voice asking, Do you want to make a baby, and it was Miss Hooker's voice but it sounded kind of husky, kind of deep and growly, so I said, Well, just what do you want me to do? Then I woke and it was time for Sunday School so I still don't see how you make them, babies I mean, but I was pretty close, in bed with a woman and the lights off and our teeth brushed but come to think of it we forgot to say the Lord's Prayer before we fell asleep and maybe that's what does it, that or a secret one for after. If I dream it again I'll remember and when I'm all grown up, I'm only 10, and I still don't know the secret then I'll ask it on my wedding night. Then Bingo.
RALPH MONDAY : Einstein's Pleasantville
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GALE ACUFF : Honeymoon
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