by Robin Barber | May 6, 2025 | Pineapple Zine
From the Pineapple Literary 'Zine Star Walk by Carla Manene Cooke Star Walk(tanka series) Our shoulders shaken,we awaken from slumber—it’s midnight. Daddydisentangles us from dreamsand wraps us in warm clothing. The long dirt drivewaystretches out into the...
by Robin Barber | Mar 24, 2025 | Pineapple Zine
From the Pineapple Literary 'Zine When the Hawk Appears on the Plump, Squat Shrub When the hawk appears on the plump, squat shrub, most often I soon hear William open the front door to our house. He always finds no one there. “It was you, wasn’t it,”...
by Robin Barber | Feb 20, 2025 | Pineapple Zine
From the Pineapple Literary 'Zine Sweating At Fred Segal by Heidi Kirkman Trading lies about our earliest memories, my mind rewinds to 1987 when I was young and fragile but too naive for a bad girl to be living alone in Hollywood. You were there too, of course. I...
by Robin Barber | Dec 14, 2024 | Pineapple Zine
From the Pineapple Literary 'Zine Oil Pump by Robin Barber It’s ok, you can make fun of my Dodge. You’re probably just jealous. I know you want it, and you can have it. Sure, it’s over 30 years old, but this was my dad’s car. If anyone knew how to keep a car running,...
by Robin Barber | Oct 1, 2024 | Pineapple Zine
From the Pineapple Literary 'Zine While the Old Men Prepare to Kill by Aiana Masla a Novembersilver & gold,shimmers & echoeson the barkof a sturdy Tupeloreadying for sleep & sugar makingon the hill of the sepia river. While the old men prepare to kill,a...
