poems by Mykyta Ryzhykh
*** bones of golden leaves silently pray for help from a deaf forester
poem by DS Maolalai
The problem could be caused by her husband they keep taking biopsies. it’s driving her crazy she says. it’s not like it’s different
poems by Brian Harman
Back in Plato’s Cave After Reading Dorothy Parker’s Philosophy By daylight, her shadows, by dark, I am a prisoner to memorization. Did she? Did she not consecrate? I seriously doubt or maybe it’s true; she’s from New Jersey, she blazoned cigarettes, she marked up paper with do’s and don’ts, took her glasses off, so […]
Ecce Homo – Behold Man
by Kenneth M. Kapp Virgel Eliot was worried – big time. Virgil had been worrying since ever he could remember. When he was five he fretted every time he was given two cents for an all-day lollipop. He was afraid he’d lose one penny or the other and, when he finally got to the candy […]
The Bel Air inside the Bog
by Jonathan Ferrini For Sale 1956 Chevrolet two-door Bel Air. Light blue and white. Blue rims and whitewall tires. Like New!
poems by Ted Reilly
In Rapallo Old Homer sleeps safe in the Protestant cemetery, the son long gone to his private Ithaka, having sung at length of ΟΥ ΤΙΣ and Jederman: a half hour spent wandering by the shore, coffee and a cold bun. The Madonna has been restored joyfully, her surcoat as blue as the summer […]
Hamlet: Some Moral Considerations
by Ted Reilly Regarding Ghosts & Sin If the appearance of a King’s ghost is not shock enough, we are reminded that it is that time of year in which ghosts do walk the wintry world, for the play is set in the period leading up to the Holy Season, from Halloween to St. Valentine’s […]
Somebody’s Going to Get Hurt
by Masimba Musodza We watched Jeremy fall in love with The New Girl. At first, there was not much to see. We were at our usual table in the warehouse canteen, sometime after 2 a.m. Davinder, Pavel and myself (Gavin), the Three ‘Avs, as the Kids liked to call us. The Kids were Jeremy, […]
Rubber
by Maggie Mortimer In the month’s leading up to the name calling, Gladys took in clothes. Clothes too big to be worn, funeral clothes with typed name tags stitched in construction vests and flannels. Left in piles of rubbles and scraps. The smells alone, worthy of panic, took her away from the jabs and hooks […]
Gator Tales
by Douglas Young That evening Forsythia Farmer turned into the parking lot of Gator Tales, the state’s largest strip club, to park by the private back entrance manned by a large, intimidating bouncer. Despite being one of the club’s most popular attractions, the dancer known as Domino Double-D Dean still drove a fifteen-year-old car […]