Howie Good En Plein Air I would like to be the Sunday painter who sets up his easel on the brink of a hill, the sky so thoroughly the sapphire blue you loved it would be impossible to believe you weren’t still alive to see it. Howie Good believes it’s a hard, it’s a hard, […]
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Read MoreGeorge Held A Rabbi Bending over his instruments like attending to the Torah the yarmulke-clad anesthesiologist says he prefers his propofol with fentanyl, which is easier to control the dosage of, and he quips that undiluted propofol offed MJ, “with the aid of his physician,” I add, and the doctor shuts me up by sending me instantly […]
Read MoreKen Gosse Epitaffy for an Author His final work, a watershed, highly acclaimed and widely read, was kept for years beside his bed, then posthumously published (ed). To quote an old-timer who’s a new-comer to writing, Ken Gosse: “On the days I don’t rhyme, I might not be who I’m.”
Read MoreKara Knickerbocker Truth be Told, It’s Inevitable We will drift apart to find sleep in different rooms with a fan humming against your ear, a waning sun still holding me. Kara Knickerbocker is a writer, traveler, and anything chocolate-devourer living in Pennsylvania who can be found at www.fromthissideofthesun.com.
Read MoreAlan Walowitz Ars Poetica Just cause you got a way with words, mister, don’t mean you gotta push ‘em around. Though he doesn’t have much sway with them, Alan Walowitz pushes words around, especially in Long Island, Queens, and Westchester.
Read MoreRon. Lavalette The Sad Truth You never know it until the door closes behind her and you think. Ron. Lavalette collects his many published works at EGGS OVER TOKYO.
Read MoreRobert J. W. Long ago we replaced our teeth with katanas and on the day we established a connection, we severed it in our broken hunger. Robert J. W. is an author of dark poetry from Morgantown, WV.
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