February 2011
12 posts
January 2011
11 posts
APHASIA, by Dorianne Laux
for Honeya
After the stroke all she could say was Venezuela, pointing to the pitcher with its bright blue rim, her one word command. And when she drank the clear water in and gave the glass back, it was Venezuela again, gratitude, maybe, or the word now simply a sigh, like the sky in the window, the pillows a cloudy definition propped beneath her head. Pink roses dying on the bedside table,...