The Bewitching Hour

a prose poem

Thanksgiving, Mom and Dad, 1944. author photo

Mom fills the old Tupperware tumbler with ice cubes then opens the refrigerator door and tips the box of wine to empty the final dregs of her weekly supply. She manhandles the spout, pushes in on the plastic tab and fills her tumbler.

“It’s four o’clock. Getting ready for The…

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Valerie MacEwan

Valerie MacEwan

The Dead Mule @deadmule writer, thinker, advocate for an ethical society, publisher www.deadmule.com online for 25 years.