Tag Archives: Jonathan K. Rice

Changing a Light Bulb

He stands on a chair in his boxer shorts reaches high left hand palming the globe he feels for the tiny screws that always seem too tight. There are three of them and he rotates himself like a young ballerina … Continue reading

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Eunice

Eunice said she had a dab of fever. She told me this as I stood at the counter in a little souvenir shop in St. Augustine. Ate datil peppers all her life until her doctor told her to quit. They … Continue reading

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WANT

He stands in the living room of her apartment. She just moved in. There is a wooden chair with a lamp on it against a cream yellow wall. Soft multicolored light filters through the stained glass lampshade. Two rugs rolled … Continue reading

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Loose Thread

She teaches me the importance of knowing where to cut the loose thread, where it’s from, where it may lead. She knows the secrets of fabric, what cloth teaches us about ourselves, how it hangs from our bodies, learns from … Continue reading

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Apples

Sliced apples dry in the sun spread out on checkered plastic tablecloths on a picnic table, an old kitchen dining table and card table in the backyard. Women and children take turns fanning away flies as the hotter than normal … Continue reading

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