e-revista EgoPHobia
by Thomas M. McDade I hitchhiked to Salt Lake City in 1986. I’d just read Jack Kerouac’s On the Road. My adventures were no match for his, no ride in a rig hauling dynamite or truck like he boarded in Iowa City, driver “crazy and yelling,” and definitely not the flatbed loaded with other pilgrims […]
Freud in London in the Rain … I thither went With inexperienced thought and laid me down On the green bank to look into the clear Smooth lake that to me seemed another sky.
Winter Like a child, I rejoice a winter, I fly, I run on the first snow like a sprinter, the falling snowballs to life reenter.
by yours truly, the happy recluse I’d like to introduce you to— egoless deities. Their names describe them far more than their physicalities.
by Enit’ayanfe Ayosojumi Akinsanya The Time: 7.30pm, May 2018 Our mother’s head knocks the wall, a dull slam, a single jerky twitch, and then a sliding to the floor. The exact way she used to slide her arm from our grasp—weeks after Papa’s skin burned—and fall back into bed. This was to scare us and […]
As I Look in the Glass Comedians are getting attacked on stage, sailors are committing suicide on ships. As I type this, one of my best friends
Weeds Movement swells to decadence; Popularity takes tolls, Drains a flood of reverence: In his grave the Founder rolls.
At Peace Deep inside my anguished dome, my thoughts run wild & my emotions roam.
by Douglas Young After lunch the family sat on the back porch chatting leisurely, watching who was walking down the street, and speaking to those they knew. Everyone was shelling peas from the garden except the grandfather and his grandsons. The three-year-old was on the floor playing with little race cars while the six-year-old […]
A Dismal Place No joy in the world merely cattle nibbling lush grass sprouting from tilted tombstones in an old historic graveyard.