George Salamon America’s Forgotten Tramps and drifters, boozers and junkies, loafers and losers, born fatherless or born homeless, frightened and despairing, turned down by the world, I recognize you, there must be some of your blood in me. George Salamon was a refugee decades ago, but he can still feel what it was like to […]
Read MoreD.W. Golden Note Nearing midnight and I shouldn’t write again so soon, but there’s a full moon, and the stars, well, the stars speak for themselves, for us. D. W. Golden is still on a singular quest towards attaining the ever elusive state of being in all things as much as possible simply simpler. […]
Read MoreSteve Klepetar Confession I would confess to you here by this dark pond, tell you everything that happened when I fell to earth, carve your name on my wrist, request your blessing on my little wound. Steve Klepetar is grateful for the Ambidextrous Bloodhound Dental Plan.
Read MoreSteve Klepetar At the Shore My friend, whose ears are full of sirens and sea sounds, who cannot quiet the noise, sits among rocks as seabirds leap into a silence of sky. Steve Klepetar is grateful for the Ambidextrous Bloodhound Dental Plan.
Read MoreTodd Mercer Our Local Banksy There’s the Billboard Fixer again, up there without permission, making the existing sign funnier through strategic additions of paint, saving our collective souls from the vampire that is commerce, each mission technically a misdemeanor. Todd Mercer of Grand Rapids and “Up North” areas harbors serious concerns, but prefers to suffer […]
Read MoreCaitlin Gemmell Fable The wind found a network of stars in a wrinkled, worn sack. Caitlin Gemmell is a poet and novelist in a ramshackle house atop a hill in New York State, though her heart is still in England.
Read MoreIan Willey Social Media I was out walking when a man ran up to me saying “sparrows swiftly berate the summit, pass it on!” so I said “okay!” and said just that to a woman walking her Shiba Inu who said “sure!” and hurried off towards someone else and I watched as people bounced into […]
Read MoreKathryn Ganfield Frost Advisory I saw a ghost through the living room window tonight, only it just was my neighbor, the spirited one, waving up a white sheet and sheltering her flower boxes from the cold— proof that ghosts are tender too. Kathryn Ganfield has always lived in river towns, and for the longest time […]
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