published in Volume 2, Issue 4 on July 27, 1995
The blank screen flapped violently rolling itself up the wall. The projector had begun to make that horrible chattering sound. Frames jumped out of order. Faces appeared in duplicate. In the back of the room sat the elderly schoolmarm patiently waiting for the situation to correct itself. The pupils became restless -- eyeing their wristwatches inscribing dead words with their pen-knives. When the film ended (the presentation not quite perfect) they formed shadow-birds on the projector screen blocking the lint-filled beam with their fingers flapping like the slashing blades. And they dug deeper into the wood carving initials like epitaphs.