Author: rivervoltareview

I remember the package you sent, wrapped in shiny paper with a heart red bow. I couldn’t hold down my joy. I grabbed a knife, blood bucketed, and I was left with wings and the entrails of a nightingale. With a voice full of glass I broke the news to you and said, I’m not [...]

I don’t have to ask you know where to look how to hide without seeming to you were born knowing how to amuse if I had a son he would not be you if I had a girl she would not be me the rare thing you’ve learned is to let the day go things [...]

A story is like a matyroshka, one of those Russian nesting dolls. Inside every version of events lies another, and another, and another, waiting to be revealed. Even the word “story” turns out to have a secret tale to tell. The etymologists tell us that “story” first entered the English language from Old French, estoire, [...]

I saw a stick on the path I threw it for my dog not just any stick or path or dog this stick on this path to this dog and she brought it back to me she probably brought it back a dozen times or more she may have chewed it in two before it [...]

As usual she is sitting in the far back, floating on the sofa like a dead fish on the surface of the sea. She looks tired, eyes half closed, a cup of coffee on the table in front of her. She mumbles to herself without a break and without a sound. Words that only she [...]