Dashboard Horus: A Bird's Eye View of the Universe

Bio: Susan H. Evans lives in Baltimore, Maryland, and writes memoir, poetry, and reflective fiction. She is published in many online, as well as print journals, and magazines.  Displaced   Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life. -- Jack Kerouac      The canvas jaws of the sodden suitcase open wide, taking a big bite out of the large rock, the rest of it inflating and deflating like a shabby accordion. Although the water current -- brisk, swirling, and cold –pushes against the case, the baggage clings like a jilted lover.      I wrench the case from the surface of the gray boulder, flops it face down in winter’s sparse grass, and expose it to the overcast day’s hollow eyes. The case seems to gasp, to pant, to sigh. The creek trickles out of its seams, pockets, and tight corners.      A day passes. I return to the scene of the case. It lies still, out of cont...

  “I teach English at a community college and live in Baltimore. I am published in The Mocking Owl Roost , Rising Phoenix Review , Daily Inspired Life Magazine , and Metapsychosis Journal . “ The Italian Story “Zucchero!” the white-haired donna flutes, learning on a cane, while upstairs, my travel deodorant crumbles like old feta cheese. Scout shrugs, smashes her blond hair under red cap. Starred, she is, and former Knight Templar and World Bank orator, although her left nostril flakes awful; while Jackie-O Kim drones nasally, hair clipped back, black eyes snapping. Says, “You’re so rude.” Visits her avatar in Wales, and somewhere in Michigan, her Greek family froze America’s first apple pies. But upstairs, bay leaves brown in a baggie, and an umber-striped altar stone balances on my dresser. Downstairs, though, the ominous rumble of a mini-washer tucked beside a toilet ruminates on my clothes, clasped in its cheese grater cage, while -- mean as a pit bull chained in a thunderstor...