So I’m like eight, and my hair is slicked with Vitalis, and I’m riding in the back seat of our old Ford station wagon, surrounded by my brothers and my sister, my parents up front, my old man smoking Tareytons. He’s rolled the windows up tight to seal in the goodness like Tupperware, and we’re rolling down the Mass Pike to GG’s funeral.
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Hot Tin Roof: That Snow Day
hibernates inside his heart
for more than a month before
cautiously emerging on a bitterly
cold January evening as he rests
his forehead against the upstairs
bedroom window & watches
those first hesitant snowflakes
Hot Tin Roof: Mirrored Room
By Kathryn B. Jackson Your intuition might fail you. Your sniffing-dog sense for the perils of men — your extrasensory radar for the false love of fathers in particular, having […]
Hot Tin Roof: Halloween
[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text] By Adam Prato “Trick or treat!” Something small and green dropped into the plastic bag Jennifer had held out. “What is that?” she asked. “A Brussels sprout,” said the […]
Little Village gets into the Book Festival spirit with annual reading, roast
Hot Tin Roof Reading Java House (211½ E. Washington St.) — Saturday, Oct. 8 at 4 p.m. Seventh Annual Roast of Iowa City Trumpet Blossom Cafe — Sunday, Oct. 9 […]
Hot Tin Roof: The Departed
By Akwi Nji My family is a family of women. Men were there; biology tells us they must have been. And they weren’t lazy. They were farmers and college professors, […]
Hot Tin Roof: Train Room
By Rachel Yoder What affable children these boys are. See how the clean one plays with the one who’s dirty. See how each of them is down on his knees […]
Hot Tin Roof: Tale of the twister
By David Duer The sky was a bruise the color of my wife’s arms after a tough day with the combatives at the nursing home. It was July, when the […]
Hot Tin Roof: Periodicity
By Bogi Takács In memoriam Miklós Radnóti The flood comes; I am leaving. Mole tunnels crisscross the thick soil of the banks and spring lies in wait, ready to send […]
Hot Tin Roof: G-L-O-R-I-A
By Cheryl Graham The Woods Memorial branch library, a small white stucco building, sits on a plat of North First Avenue that would have been considered the outer reaches of […]
Hot Tin Roof: Law Law’s gonna find you done wrong
By Alexander McShane Bradbury Hot headed boy broke his arrows. He will shoot no more but instead sneak on them sparrows. Because the boy’s got a right to throw down […]
Hot Tin Roof: ‘The Kitchen’
The Kitchen By Chris Wiersema Uh huh, yeah. No, I’m listening. Stuck at the office. Broccoli in the steamer in half an hour. Asshole boss—you said it first—deadline at nine […]