Pamplemousse

The Student Literary Journal of Vermont State University

Equinox with Truck

The cats in the neighborhood—strays, gray as the gauzy in-between of dawn and sunrise—lounge open. October, and if they know winter’s coming they don’t show it. I looked for them the first months I noticed, checked beneath the car before driving...

domestic conversion scale

between the everything that will be forgotten + all that will not I live with my wife in a house big as I wished my fists would get when I was sixteen + my anger a fish I couldn’t catch or count enance, say living’s any -thing other than learning to be the...

Encyclopedic

Was the time I believed a tree the proper home for my lust + hope, not time but era maybe, epoch, spell of years in which I’d at night climb into limbs which overlooked a baseball field I never played on as a kid + wonder what would happen next while the stars...

Playing Dead

To avoid being shot, my uncle, having hidden a Pole in his grandfather clock, rolls into an open snowy grave, lies face down. He holds his breath while Ukrainian Insurgent Army soldiers prod his leg with their guns, then disgruntled, shrug, swing their guns over their...

Mahogany Box

The funeral director lifts sealed ashes into flecks of sunlight, knows he’s just performed a small miracle, turned our mother into a well-made box my sister and I can drive home in the front seat of her convertible bug. In life, she was never that easy. He asks if...