by Lesley Quinn
Say you are standing in the lobby waiting for an elevator. You are assembled there, a bunch of you, after the finance committee or whatever, in your uncomfortable shoes, budget spreadsheets stuffed inside your zippered leather portfolios, and you start to consider how best to cut your department’s operating expenses by the required 5 percent, and you stare straight ahead waiting for the ding and the doors to open.
by Robin Ekiss
More unexplored is the floor of the ocean
than the reaches of space—
at the center of a fish’s eye, . . .
by Sidney Wade
Yesterday’s tulips in the crystal bowl
have begun to open, and already they’ve
partially exposed their pistils and stamens.
by Charles Haverty
I figured that sixteen thousand dollars would put things right, or at least right enough to start putting them right. So, last August, I thought I’d kill two birds with one stone and combine the kids’ vacation with a little fundraising. All I needed was a hand up, and this trip was my last chance. The old man might say no to me, but could he say no to them?
Previous selections Browse editions Newer Selections