First Prize, 2012 Literal Latte Essay Award.
On G8-East, an inpatient psychiatry unit at the West Haven VA hospital, it was time for team meeting. I scribbled the last of my therapy notes, tucked the pen and notebook under my arm, grabbed my sweater, and slipped a loaded key ring over my wrist….
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Check out The Literal Latte Anthology — great selections from our first 15 years!
Readers’ Comments
- On "Kritios Boy": A beautifully written essay that resonates with some of my own experience with a lost love. thank you. – Susan Charney
May 21 - On "The Last Sister": Thank you for taking the time to read poetry and to write this lovely note! – Tracy DeBrincat
May 21 - On "Matt Burke": Your creations are wonderful, Matt! As an artist myself, I have always been attracted to wood because of its magnificent definition in the natural state.... – Gippy Henry
May 21 - On "The Past Life Hypnotist Predicts The Future": In my humble opinion, this is a wonderful piece of work. Although fiction it's about a subject that many question in this time period. More... – Gippy Henry
May 21 - On "The Last Sister": Love your poetry! So much sensory details, metaphors taking the past toward the future is exhilarating. The constant reference to not living in the past... – Gippy Henry
May 21 - On "The Other Chair": This is a wonderful essay. I applaud the way you worked yourself as a prior patient into the field. Studied psychology and the brain at... – Gippy Henry
May 21 - On "Birding by Ear": Awesome, lovely poem! I definitely want to read more work by Susan Cohen! – S.D. Lishan
May 21 - On "Birding by Ear": Excellent piece. I loved the tension, and the rhythm. As well as the juxtaposition of the ages, both the husband and the teacher, and the... – Christine Nichols
May 15
- On "Kritios Boy": A beautifully written essay that resonates with some of my own experience with a lost love. thank you. – Susan Charney
Luffing By Mary Heather Noble
Second Prize, 2012 Literal Latte Essay Award.
When I think about my father, the picture that always comes to mind is him standing on the shore of Lake Erie against the distant Cleveland skyline. He watches the wind socks on the pier waving in the breeze, their streamers a rainbow contrast against the blurry city beyond. I imagine in his mind a single perpetual question: Is it going to be a good day for a sail?