christine stoddard

A Call to the Stronger Sex by Christine Stoddard

Ancestors whisper hungrily from their cradles of stars They will haunt us until we women-folk feed their obsession for tradition At least those are the stories that creep [...]

March 6, 2017 // 1 Comment

Richmond Ennui by Christine Stoddard

You used to scour the rag shops in Southside, ………………..where black families lived in trailers [...]

January 30, 2017 // 1 Comment

two poems by megan kemple

June 1, 2015

Thanks for the Christmas Present I’ve always preferred thunderstorms to sunny days, Rain on rusted tin roofs, steady as my Mother’s tears, pinging the side of an A-frame [...]
Sadness and other poems by George Franklin

February 16, 2017

I talk about sadness as though she were a dinner guest Who’s overstayed her welcome. It’s one in the morning and She’s still here chattering about philosophy, asking [...]
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 school looked like. Nothing like this campus, he [...]
girls with griffins in their eyes need to wear contacts by Calvero

April 1, 2015

I saw a pretty girl in a cafe today. She was sitting alone and sipping some kinda coffee drink. She looked like that musty smell in your grandmother’s closet. Except [...]
Take as Directed by Thomas Kearnes

August 1, 2015

Greg wants to quit the Effexor. He washes up for bed in the bathroom. I’m already under the covers, seated against the pillows, knees drawn up. The first month, he [...]

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