Eric Suhem | The Plumfish
The plumtree is white today. The plumfish appeared in our garden as we sipped arsenic lattes in bucolic redwood chairs. A white newspaper emerged from the ground, and wrapped itself around the flopping plumfish. As I prepared a strychnine au lait with our new espresso lifestyle coffee press, the plumfish moved out of the garden, and into our house, locking us out. Wrapped in the paper, it demanded preparation.
//written with a line stolen from â€œThe Widow's Lament in Springtimeâ€? by William Carlos Williams//
SF&D | xv
Published on Jul 29, 2012
The July [Stolen Plums] issue of SF&D invited contributions of prose and poetry that were written using one line stolen from any William Car...