Crawling through one red light after another, getting a contact high from an open window in front of me, I was doing my best not to unfurl a banner of profanity at the same circuit I had been repeating for months when from the backseat my son asked, “Is this the zombie girl?”
“What?” Was he referring to a billboard? Was he reading a book?
“The zombie girl. You know, the one who died in the bath.”
Sylvan Esso’s “Die Young” was playing on the radio, and I realized he had mistaken Amelia Meath’s voice for Dolores O’Riordan’s, and I told him no, it wasn’t, it was a different singer, and then we both began singing, “What’s in your head, in your head, Zombie,” and I tried not to let him hear me choking on my tears as we proceeded from Point A to Point B.
The signs are all around us, so crack open our 16th issue, listen to these fifteen voices, and try not to get shook. We dare you.
Silvia Cegalin: “Mater(ial)”
Juliet Cook: “Snake Fingers”
Holly Day: “The Ride”
Lowell Jaeger: “This Rocking Chair”
Fabiola Madrigal: “Chinese Restaurant off Panama Lane” and “Fishing on a Sunday”
Jill Mceldowney: “If the Dead Were in the Room I Would Say” and “Better Sky”
Kimberly Prijatel: “Open Water”
Charles Springer: “Small Wonder” and “Singing for Supper”
John L. Stanizzi: Three from POND
Carter Vance: “Soda Fountains”
Guinotte Wise: “Lemon Yellow Deep”