poems by Jim Murdoch
Found among Erwin Schrödinger’s papers after his death I Poetry can be in black and white and yet not be black and white.
poems by Mykyta Ryzhykh
Big letter 1 snakes scratch feet
poem by Richard Collins
Virgin brides and tennis players Corpses always dress in white like virgin brides and tennis players
The Death of Agamemnon
by Piotr Augustyniak 1. The loss of my father. But not when he died — the earlier loss, when he was still alive, yet returned from Troy as one who could only die, as one who had lost his life beneath Troy. This is my journey to the origin. Beyond the entire arrangement of the […]
Broadside For Already Sinking Ships
by William K Hugel 1 This is an attempt to speak from above, below, and beyond politics. It is not for the faint of heart. It is not for the simply “historical person,” that is, anyone not willing to step out of the current that is the flow of history. It is for those who wish […]
Fresh meat
by Denisa-Maria Tudor I was a bit of an untamed beast. This is why older men liked me. They couldn’t quite understand if I would lash out and slap them for their audacity, offended and disgusted in a full feminist belief, or if I would slightly adore them, for their braveness of touching uncooked teenage […]
It’s not Fair
by Kenneth M. Kapp Freddy ran in the front door laughing and screaming at the same time. In hot pursuit was a ragamuffin of a little boy with curly black hair matted around his head. It was so dark and shiny that you noticed little else. Curly hair caught Freddy at the bottom of the […]
The Delusions of ‘Modern’ People
[essay] by Nolo Segundo Modern societies in general and especially it seems those in the West suffer under the widespread delusion that people today are ‘better’ than their ancestors who lived long ago—not just better off in a material sense but smarter, more sophisticated, and far better educated.
Mixed Bag
by Bill Tope Scott Brown sat on the sofa in the shadowy living room of his modest clapboard house, a warm beer clutched in his hand. His clouded mind journeyed back through the previous year. What might he have done differently? he wondered. And what should he do next? With a tired sigh he sat […]
Used Steinways
by Jonathan Ferrini “Where’s Momma?” “Passed out cold from her morning fix. “My gang members are lookin’ for a score and think there’s money inside a storefront full of old pianos.”