Throw Like a Girl|
by Jéanpaul Ferro
We thought there was blood on our hands
Jéanpaul Ferro is a novelist, short fiction author, and poet from Providence, Rhode Island. He has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize prize four times, and his is featured in Columbia Review, Connecticut Review, Hawaii Review, Review Americana, Juked, Portland Monthly, Bryant Literary Review, Birmingham Arts Journal, and Arts & Understanding Magazine. His work has just been featured on NPR's This I Believe series, also on WBAR radio in NYC, and he will be the featured author in the August 2008 issue of Contemporary American Voices. Additionally, his book of short fiction, All the Good Promises, was published by Plowman Press.
from all the strawberries that we had picked,
when I looked up the late summer sun was setting
right behind her head, darkening her blond hair
like it was iron bars on a cage,
she wore her white dress, the one with maroon polka dots,
her delicate hand holding our basket of strawberries, her
beautiful smile caught in the excitement of her blue eyes,
but off in the distance I heard the stillness of the wind
as it went dying down.
"It's the end of summer," she said, standing there
in the field like a ghost.
Looking down at the folds in her hands, she said:
"I think I'm broken in six-hundred and thirty-seven
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