David Estringel

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Blood Bound — The Argyle Literary Magazine

May 21, 2024 | theargylelitmag.com | David Estringel |Jayson Carcione

Behold my face. It is my mother’s face. My mamma. We share the same slender nose, the delicate brow. Our razor-sharp cheekbones would cut you with a kiss. We have an identical, small olive-coloured mole above the right-side curl of our upper lips. Eyes like black pearls. Our hair is thick and dark as the deepest night, although I wear mine shorter. We have neither laugh lines nor wrinkles. These will no doubt ravage me in time, but my mamma is forever young.
Two Stories — The Argyle Literary Magazine

May 20, 2024 | theargylelitmag.com | David Estringel |Mehreen Ahmed

a circle of fifthsPast Sehri, a distant azaan from the minaret of a local mosque wakes, Rifaat. She yawns and turns off the alarm, set to ring at 5:53 am, on a pale morning; the morning azaan, every Ramadan, reminds her of Raja—King. Raja he sure was; gilded, he was not. Without a kingdom to rule, or any gold throne to ascend, people throned him in their hearts, even when they mourned. For he was the “People’s King,” which everyone called him.
Your Home Town — The Argyle Literary Magazine

May 20, 2024 | theargylelitmag.com | David Estringel |Patricia Q. Bidar

During pregnancy, cells from the fetus cross the placenta and enter the mother's body, where they can become part of her tissues. Rounded hills overlook the low town that birthed you. Daytime is the crack of little league bats. The Wednesday “fish wrapper” delivered by a towheaded neighbor. The discount bakery and the smell of hot white bread. Your father works long hours as a butcher.
Four Poems — The Argyle Literary Magazine

May 20, 2024 | theargylelitmag.com | David Estringel |Grant Shimmin

Why I rise early Dawn has not quite cracked when I rise to the sound of joy The sparkles of streetlights are noticeably shortened The curves and colours of trees and hillsides just discernible through the retreating gloom But the music, oh the sweet, sweet music of unfolding dawn swells through the valley Crisscrossing voices all speaking in tongues only their own can interpret A bellbird comes in above the chorus ringing in the sunrise with the purest of two-beat chimes Louder and more...
Teeth — The Argyle Literary Magazine

Mar 15, 2024 | theargylelitmag.com | David Estringel |Amy DeBellis

Before my Hinge date, I amuse myself by making faces in the mirror. I purse my mouth like an overripe strawberry, beckoning future rot. I slide oil through my hair, expensive oil that’s supposed to be very different from the grease that will seep through the roots after two days without a wash. A few minutes before sunset I slip on my combat boots and trendy trench coat and we’re out the door, me and the fragile home of my body.
‘86 — The Argyle Literary Magazine

Mar 15, 2024 | theargylelitmag.com | David Estringel |Melissa Llanes Brownlee

Space and atomic dreams exploding, our dreams of Mars, our nightmares of radioactive wastelands, the impending apocalypse as Jim and Tammy Faker woo their millions with the grace of their god while We Are the World and Hands across America war with Libya, Nicaragua, Afghanistan, and Ollie North pleads the fifth in court and Margaret Thatcher rallies her troops in a tank as the great Woz talks new Apple computers, perfect for our schools, one to each classroom if we are lucky, as we sit in...
Tita’s Sister’s Boyfriend — The Argyle Literary Magazine

Mar 15, 2024 | theargylelitmag.com | David Estringel |Melissa Llanes Brownlee

Tita floats in the pool of her sister’s latest boyfriend’s house, the sharp smell of chlorine, a halo around her head, the water a warm blue cocoon, echoing the sky above her. Tita’s sister’s boyfriend is a chiropractor (or something), but she doesn’t care because he’s got a pool, a big house with a huge living room, a couch large enough for her entire family, and he always rents her fun horror movies filled with sex and cannibalism, even though she’s only twelve.
Eyes — The Argyle Literary Magazine

Mar 15, 2024 | theargylelitmag.com | David Estringel |Francois Bereaud

Simi sat on the Food 4 Less loading dock, pulling nicotine into his lungs and watching a rat eat the remainder of a bean burrito. He wondered if the rat could feel anxiety. Doubtful. The creature acted on impulse, just as he used to do, whether in the middle of a quick-flowing stream or on the wrestling mat. Impulse which short-circuited doubt. “You got the eyes, boy,” Eric would tell him. The eyes to read the river for trout. The eyes to see an opponent’s move before it happened.
Short Stories Archives - Literary Heist

Dec 20, 2023 | literaryheist.com | David Larsen |Alice Baburek |David Estringel |Jonathan Ferrini

Ricky Gordon, a high school basketball coach in a small town, upon his father’s death, must come to terms with the parent he never respected. Like this:Like Loading...