HOOT ONLINE, ISSUE 105, FEBRUARY 2023 – MICRO FICTION, POETRY, MEMOIR, BOOK REVIEWS
Istanbul, May 2008
by Vincent Rendoni
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It felt like summer. It was a time of roses and earthquakes. A woman shows up to a party uninvited with a box of gelatin candy. Her eyes were the color of coffee and cream. This was the start of something. We drank wine and raki. Danced until we soaked through our shirts at the Old Acrobat. I remember this: The sun rising over two continents. Delicate fingers folding rice into leaves. Her soap and musk. It was just a handful of moments. But think about Jesus. Add up everything he said, it’s two hours of talk. Maybe less. Look what they did with that.
new moon poem
by Becca Rose Hall
moon, moon, moon,
perilune perfume
pastel pastille, I tell you
steal on home
come home
my crusty dust moon
my pie pan
and apple sweet.
how can i eat
with you high away
you so sky away
my moon
come home soon
oh soon
my perfect cheese
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Vincent Rendoni is the author of A Grito Contest in the Afterlife. His work has appeared in The Texas Review, The Vestal Review, Quarterly West & So It Goes: The Literary Journal of the Kurt Vonnegut Museum and Library.
