Author: Room

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Posted by Room | Apr 18, 2002 | Poetry, Reading Room

She is waiting for the end of another beginning, woman, always changing: now the heat is in the core. She is waiting for the end of another beginning, woman, always changing: now the heat is in the core. She is saying goodbye to...

Chicken

Posted by Room | Apr 18, 2002 | Fiction, Reading Room

I think I smell like alcohol. I’m sitting, eating a doughnut and thinking about last night. I wonder if my liver is O.K.; if I keep this up, I’ll kill myself. No, if I keep this up, I’ll become my mother. I think I smell like...

Regina Leigh

Posted by Room | Aug 16, 1999 | Fiction, Reading Room

Slivers of cut grass stick to my calves and hands. Sweat soaks my bra. I am sweating. Not glowing, as Mom calls it. Sweating. I want the dirt, the remains of our lawn, off me. It hasn’t been mowed in months and is taking over...