It was the watches I wanted, those radium dials

Glowing like bomb sights

 

When I cupped my palm.

Wisp

 

Of radioactivity—the hour hand;

Nether-wisp—the second.

 

For weeks my mother worked the counter at Kresge’s—

Her faded pink smock

 

As tight as a nurse’s—

As she laid out the bands in their false

 

Reptilian shines—

The cowboy tans, the avocado greens.  This

 

Was Radium City

And my mother, Marie

 

Curie, scientist of jewels and hams,

The chunks of meat slapped

 

Like memory into the knife

And the iridescence sliced to pieces as thin

 

As winter sky, shaved uranium.

I had to stack them high to tongue the plugs

 

Of fats, the permeating salts.

The roll breaking in my hands like a ball of

 

Glass.  And the stench of drugstore

Popcorn, its second perfume

 

Mingling with what my mother wore

As she shoveled out

 

The bags like spent carnival fortunes.

More money was one we wasted on ourselves.

 

Or new drapes.

One last snap of the Tupperware over the nightly concoctions

 

No one ever wanted to eat.

I’d go away and ponder mono/stereo

 

For the extra buck

In the lp bins, or keep an eye walking

 

Home for Tarzan—

Weissmuller in a shiny Olds or Cadillac.

 

And then wait out the summer hours pitching

A 9-inning game

 

In a chalk box the side of the house.

Ferguson Jenkins for 7 or so,

 

Then Abernathy for the submarine.

Next door a neighbor would peg out his pet

 

Skunk and I’d listen as it roiled

With thirst

 

Or hunkered under diving blue jays,

Their cobalts dipped

 

In the mouth of the sun

And set out like hour hands

 

To the shadowed yard.

The Cubs would lose.

 

Weissmuller never show.

The Mexican kids from Dempster would threaten

 

To beat my ass into the street

And leave me there

 

Dented and ringing as a hubcap,

Another rat-faced kid

 

Waiting for his mother to come home.

Pink smock.

 

Ham in a pocket.

Singing beyond the genius of the meats,

 

The radium dials, the gems,

The gold fish

 

And guppies in their clouds of hopelessness.

The kiss, the mother’s kiss, put like a cure to the child’s face.
Suzanne Strempek Shea

Suzanne Strempek Shea

Suzanne Strempek Shea is the author of twelve books, the first four of which were novels set in her native Polish America that led to her being featured in national and international media, including twice on NBC’s Today; on The Late Late Show with Tom Snyder, NPR and Voice of America; and in major newspapers and magazines in both the United States and Poland.

Awards for her books include the New England Book Award and the Oskar Halecki Prize. Her journalism was shortlisted for the Penney-Missouri Awards, and her creative writing was recognized in Best American Fiction. Her freelance journalism and fiction has appeared in magazines and newspapers including Yankee, The Bark, Golf World, The Boston Globe, The Irish Times, The Philadelphia Inquirer, Brevity, Down East, Organic Style and ESPN the Magazine.

Suzanne co-directs the annual Dingle Writers’ Workshop in Dingle, Ireland, and the annual Iota Short Forms Writing Conference on the easternmost coast of Maine. She’s taught in MFA programs at the University of Southern Maine, Emerson College and the University of South Florida, and at conferences through the United States and in Ireland. She lives in Howth, Ireland.

https://www.suzannestrempekshea.org

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Karen Sherk Chio

Karen Sherk Chio

Karen Sherk Chio (she/her) earned an MFA in poetry from the University of New Orleans, where she was the winner of the 2025 Andrea Saunders Gereighty/ Academy of American Poets Award, the 2025 Maxine and Joseph Cassin Prize for Poetry Thesis, and the 2023 Vassar Miller Poetry Award. She brings 25 years of professional experience leading and managing projects for non-profit organizations to the role of Editor-in-Chief, as well as experience as an associate poetry editor for Bayou Magazine and West Trade Review. Her creative work has appeared in swamp pink, Salamander, CALYX Journal, and SmokeLong Quarterly, among others, and her critical work has been published by or is forthcoming from Colorado Review, The Adroit Journal, and West Trade Review. Chio holds two Bachelor of Arts degrees from the University of Connecticut and a Master of Public Health from Boston University.

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Monica Jimenez

Monica Jimenez

Monica Jimenez is the senior culture & trends editor for Tufts University news and features and assistant editor of Tufts Magazine, and a community ed acting and playwriting instructor. Her work has appeared in publications including Ruminate Magazine and the Mini Plays Review, and her plays have been produced in festivals including the Boston Theater Marathon, Boston Slam Theater, and Short ’N Sweet Hollywood. She is a graduate of the Stonecoast MFA in Creative Writing program and former co-editor-in-chief, fiction editor, and designer of the Stonecoast Review. She was an honorable mention for Ruminate Magazine’s William Van Dyke Short Story Prize and winner of the flash fiction contest at the Boskone sci-fi and fantasy convention.

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