i. My mother knocks it against the counter and splits it cleanly in half. Yellow yolk slides smoothly into porcelain. She whisks the mixture, tilting the bowl. This way more air goes in, she shows me, arm moving swiftly back and forth. Yellow spills into the clear. The fork clacks rhythmically against the bowl while the oil in the pan sizzles on the stove. There is the loud, incessant noise of the ventilation hood, the rising smoke, the hazy heat, …
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“Sneezing Coyotes” & Other Poems * Salvatore Marici
Sneezing Coyotes Day before the vet injects barbiturates on top of Valium, damp autumn dusk settles in the prairie behind my house. Whisky burns my belly. I dig her grave thigh deep. Tonight, the moon’s surface reflects the sun, spreads silvery light over native plants, Coyotes sniff the hole’s fresh-turned soil. Today, the last heat this black cat will generate, leaves, passes through her cardboard coffin warms my lap. Ruby curls as if asleep in her basket on the windowsill …
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Leopold Bloom Dreams of Kidneys & Sausages & Warm Human Flesh * Excerpt from James Joyce’s ‘Ulysses’
A while back we published “Molly Bloom’s Stream of Consciousness Ends in Flowers & Perfumed Breasts,” the soliloquy which closes the epic modernist tale Ulysses, by James Joyce. It seemed high time then to give some space to her poor cuckholded husband Leopold Bloom who, unlike his wife who prefers toast and cakes, has a taste for “the inner organs of beasts and fowls.” The below section opens the fourth episode, what’s known as the Calypso episode. It is our …