In the world of
black and white,
there is . . .

 

HOME

News

Polls

 

Columns

Hamburglar's Eye View

He Read/She Read

Rants in E Minor

I'm Rubber, You're Glue...

What Does It All Mean?

Hairy Gravy                                What's The Use Of Getting Sober?

Guest Column

 

Reviews

Comics

Movies

Music

Books

 

Interviews

Art Gallery

 

Original Material

Poetry

Stories

Humor

 

Letters

Submissions

Links

Message Board

Contact

Credits

 

email a friend
about us

 

Family Album

-by Jennifer Howard

 

My sisters are talking about life.

I rattle the white bracelets that garnish both my wrists,

as Jean hides in the shadows and mutters about crawlies.

Leslie is taking notes in meticulous shorthand scribbles.

 

Susan stands.

Climbs atop the table.

Squats with legs folded underneath her and sighs.

 

My mother wanders out and criticizes each of us with kind words.

 

Sandy follows behind and catches catches every syllable

adding her own thoughtful bitchiness.

 

I stand.  I take them all in.  I walk away.

Still my family stays with me in my head.

 

The sum of these parts is mystically not greater

But one girl, one woman.

Copyrightę2000 Jennifer Howard