by Robin Barber | Nov 16, 2023 | Pineapple Zine
From the Pineapple Literary 'Zine The Music of Mourning by Donald Wheelock Music takes me calmlyto its lair, rehearsesdark emotions, whetherthose of majesty orscents of love and asheswhere we grieve together. Phrases made from griefthrive in peace here. So, too,when...
by Robin Barber | Sep 25, 2023 | Pineapple Zine
From the Pineapple Literary 'Zine Upon My Sword by Liz Pertzoff My hands are an enlarged version of a lady’s hands that in Victorian literature might have been described as “long-fingered if nicely formed.” When I was younger I’d expected my fingers to become replicas...
by Robin Barber | Jul 31, 2023 | Pineapple Zine
From the Pineapple Literary 'Zine Scenes from the Death of a Devout Man By Norma Sims Roche He’d played the organ at 7:30 Mass for as long as most of the other retirees could remember. When the small white man with thick white hair stopped showing up, there was no...
by Robin Barber | Jul 31, 2023 | Pineapple Zine
From the Pineapple Literary 'Zine Wire to Wire by James Brunel Do not do as I did, one recent semi-tropical evening, high above the placid, flaccid, steamy dead-end shores of Lauderdale-By-The-Sea, and ask your assembled in-laws, gathered there from distant compass...
by Robin Barber | Jul 31, 2023 | Pineapple Zine
From the Pineapple Literary 'Zine She Made the Sale by Marc Berman A fanatic at the doorselling environmental salvationbegs for money at dinnertime. Not now, I say. Come back later.But my wife appears,morphs into a polite 80 year old widowand nodding, let’s the...
