Work by David Shumate
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His Wife’s Ashes
Posted in Poetry, November 2009
“When the old man famous for radishes showed up at the community garden with his wife’s ashes in an urn, we gathered round for a short eulogy. He recalled that late night three decades ago when filled with happiness she stepped onto the lawn in her bra and panties and sang a little Verdi...”
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Suicide
Posted in Poetry, November 2009
“Each week in the obituaries you read about a few more. Though they don’t mention how the woman weary of this world walked into the mortuary, sat in a wing-backed chair, pulled a revolver from her purse and discharged a bullet into her temple to ease the burden on her family...”

