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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? [...]

October 23, 2017

Someone and other poems by Robert Martin Evans

who looks just like you speaks another language   …………………………..she’s [...]

October 23, 2017

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 [...]

October 23, 2017

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 [...]

October 23, 2017

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 [...]

October 23, 2017

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 [...]

October 23, 2017

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 [...]

October 23, 2017

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 [...]

October 23, 2017

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 [...]

October 11, 2017

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 [...]

October 11, 2017

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 [...]

October 4, 2017

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 [...]

September 25, 2017

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 [...]

September 18, 2017

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 [...]

September 11, 2017

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 [...]

September 4, 2017

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 [...]

September 4, 2017

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 [...]

September 4, 2017

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 [...]

August 28, 2017

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 [...]

August 28, 2017

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Crying in Cars with Ghosts by Maggie McEvoy

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Footsteps follow me in the parking lot, looking back I see only dead leaves turning in the breeze —it must be the ghosts. See I’d just finished crying with them in the [...]

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  • The Ultimate Dinner Party by C.B. Johnson

    March 19, 2016

    Nobody knew it but it was the eve of another historic money crash, the kind that has bankers jumping out of windows from [...]
  • Two Poems by Cara Lorello

    September 2, 2016

    VIEW FROM A ROOM, OCEANSIDE Through a single window with vertical paneled curtains drawn back, I watched clouds cast off in [...]
  • No Picture

    Three Poems by Bennett Allen

    November 1, 2015

      Losing My Edge What’s it like to be a gay warden? Sorry, deputy warden I want to ask him but don’t He [...]
  • A Photograph as a Photograph as is by Sarah Arantza Amador

    April 13, 2017

    Erika and I sit on a bench in front of the high school. I am in my sunglasses in the heat of the day, the day that I am [...]
  • Splintered Love and other poems by J. B Stone

    October 23, 2017

    Our love used to be this cozy little cabin Secluded from the irrational drama The world throws at others Our love wasn’t [...]
  • April Sleeps in Velvet by Marie Abate

    June 1, 2014

    April has a headache. She doesn’t want to take her pills. She remembers last night, the tavern on the other side of town [...]
  • Angry Young Man by Raphael Maurice

    February 28, 2017

    I dropkicked the Holy Book before the morning Mass. You don’t, barring dreamless sleeps & drugs, tend to believe all [...]
  • Black Clot by Ashlie Allen

    April 17, 2017

    My hair did not like its saffron color, so it turned black and broke off. I tried to condition it with organic oils and [...]
  • Facade by Ian Scott McCormick

    March 16, 2017

    Phil tried to remember what it was like when he went off to college, 25 years ago. He tried to remember what that state [...]
  • Two Poems by Emily Bernard

    June 1, 2015

      TAKE A LEAF FROM MARY’S BOOK Virginal – winding as a wordy tour of a world For thrill rides – a four-minute [...]
  • Crushed Ice by Mark Belair

    January 4, 2016

    The old, downtown fish shop stands closed, and not just for the day, it seems: the rolled-paper dispenser empty, the shiny [...]
  • I’ve Been Interrupted Here Before by Jenya Doudareva

    August 7, 2017

    Crowd pours onto the pavement like a viscous liquid. Swallows yesterday’s residue – traces of discarded food, pocket [...]
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