Tag Archives: M. J. Iuppa

Faith, Healer

Slumped in a straight-backed chair, she squints at her phone’s screen, scrolling for tragedies to comfort her. She likes to imagine what she would do when the whole world would know her terrible story. She practices saying the right thing … Continue reading

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Lost Baggage

In a sun-filled room that was full of afternoon shadows and raw wood, a barefooted man picked up his acoustic guitar and played a tune you knew by heart—those sad notes plucked in the comfort of his quiet lap. How … Continue reading

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The Sun and The Tomato

This is the third day of sun. First warm morning in ninety-six days, but who’s counting. I’m still wearing one of my baggy sweaters over my night gown. I am not cold. I am freezing, holding my clay mug close … Continue reading

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No Promises to Keep

Opening the lid of the box that I’ve forgotten, I hold my breath like an actress about to discover a trust that has been kept miles from the truth. And, my God—I lift the letter gingerly & read how I … Continue reading

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Bananas

Whenever it gets too snowy, too cold, too windy, she goes shopping. Mind you, she doesn’t need a thing. She has everything—a hunka-hunka husband, a set of twin boys, who keep her busy taking pictures of their constant boredom; a … Continue reading

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Unfathomable

She. switched off the lamp and left her mother in the dark. She. didn’t have anything more to say. Her mother died the next day. She. planned the funeral mass, a bit giddy. It was hard to disguise. She. had … Continue reading

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It Won’t Be Long

Another cold morning in December, indigo shadows inch their way to a spell of darkness. I pull the comfort of a new blanket around my shoulders while my socked feet absorb the shock of the slat floor’s constant complaint. I … Continue reading

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