I am Chronos, The Bringer of Time by Adam Lock
Wait. Don’t do that yet. Let me talk to you. My name is Chronos, The Bringer Of Time. Some title huh? But don’t let it intimidate you. Is it too much? It is isn’t it? [...]
Someone and other poems by Robert Martin Evans
who looks just like you speaks another language …………………………..she’s [...]
Stomped Full of the Great Because and other poems by Claire Kelly
Reasons followed her pretty-girl looks like the bows on a kite tail. Her dad taught her to shoot, showed her pictures of those who failed to shoot: a body abandoned in pine [...]
We Bagged Sand All Night Until the Levee Broke and other stories by Steve Passey
I was trying to listen to the facilitator but the girl in the row in front of me turned and stared at me until I made eye contact with her. “Jesus,” she said. “Listen [...]
Science and Change and other poems by Sarah Sarai
I declined a knighthood honoring my heroic efforts at keeping heroism effortless, something I perfected while lateral-to-prone-ish, modeling a languid nobility which defined [...]
The Same Shine by Ernest Gordon Taulbee
The absence of a hangover made Samuel suspect he was dead. Last night’s moonshine had the perfect mix of burn and corn sweetness, so he drank it with the same regard lungs [...]
Innocent and Smirky by Paul Beckham
My mother always stressed good deeds but my other relatives seemed oblivious to the concept. I was required to do at least one good deed a week, as were my brother and [...]
FOUR WAY INDEPENDENCE and other poems by Mark Belair
FOUR-WAY INDEPENDENCE Try this at home: Sit in a chair and count out loud to four in a loop, then start tapping your right foot on one and two and your left foot on [...]
Snippet from Soft Opening by Alexandra Naughton
Playing with this power because I can and because it’s been done to me and it’s something I’ve always had and never thought to use or know how to use and I don’t even [...]
Remembrance Day by Bradley Sides
I’m first in line for Remembrance Day. I’ve been here since midnight. The announcement never said what time the gates would open—just that it would be early. Although [...]
says the same and other poems by Edmund Sandoval
Maybe I’m in love with you. I say this in a diner. On the train car. In the boulevard. She says the same. Probably we’ve got secrets. Or maybe not. Does it [...]
Interview with Jenya Doudareva
1. What was your early life like? Where did you grow up? I was born in Russia and lived there until my teenage years when I moved to Canada. My childhood was pretty cool [...]
Interview with Elizabeth Schmuhl
What was your early life like? Where did you grow up? During the week, when not at dance or school, I was out playing in the swamp behind my house. On weekends we drove to my [...]
Someday I’ll Love Meg Johnson and other poems by Meg Johnson
Even though she is a biological woman who wants to be a drag queen. Even though I read her diary and she confessed …………..Sometimes all you can do is [...]
Interview with Shae Krispinsky
What was your early life like? Where did you grow up? Early life was Western Pennsylvania, catching fireflies and climbing trees, collecting New Kids on the Block [...]
Mimicking the path we walk by Mike Bernicchi
Between the idea And the reality Between the motion And the act Falls the Shadow Peonies stagger paths worn in spots they were picked long ago to heal – Aged men squat [...]
Sight-Seeing New York City Fall 2001 by Jonathan Church
A blind man steps onto the N train at 59th Street. He turns his head and seems to wait for a stranger to gently grasp his elbow and show him the way. Someone does, guiding [...]
Thieves by Kelle Grace Gaddis
Sleep is a type of dying we enter each night. If lucky, we rise from our rest in peace, our pillowed tombs, to see another day, there are miracles all around me, thought [...]
I know an old lady and other poems by Robert Beveridge
snake watches spider watches fly another hour like this Linda Blair, Superhero For Carla Toptsidis Enchanted is not the word most would use for a first encounter covered in [...]
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