J. R. Solonche To My Notebook I spilled red wine on your lap, and I’m sorry, but now you know how I feel without me having to spell it out for you in so many words. J. R. Solonche has been publishing in magazines, journals, and anthologies since the early 70s.
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Jennifer Wortman “Soon”
Jennifer Wortman Soon When my sadness over your leaving leaves, I’ll be left twice. Jennifer Wortman likes to sleep, but she’s not so good at it.
Read MoreMegan Lam “Period”
Megan Lam Period I’ll see you when I close the cover, when I rip the pages, and when my eyes glance down the last sentence to the final speck of silence. Megan Lam is a classical pianist, music teacher, and the founder of the recently published cultural blog, A Day Away, as well as an […]
Read MoreSteve Klepetar “Reflection”
Steve Klepetar Reflection When I glimpsed you in the mirror on that night of clouds and dark stars your image danced to a silent tune a song that echoed through my skull the shadow sound of trumpets poised above a city about to fall. Steve Klepetar follows the news obsessively, which helps explains his cheery […]
Read MoreGeorge Lee “In response to Janos Pilinszky: Definition of your attraction”
George Lee In response to Janos Pilinszky: Definition of your attraction By an eternally nourished animal’s side An eternally nourished animal walks. George Lee has a lot to be very happy about at the moment.
Read MoreBrad Rose “I Overheard the Homeless Vet”
Brad Rose I Overheard the Homeless Vet When some guy in a blue suit, instead of giving him change, righteously reared up and asked him why he didn’t have a job and work like the rest of us human beings, he calmly announced from his rumpled pile of Salvation Army clothing— the weathered M-65 jacket, […]
Read MoreMegan Collins “Artemis’ Confession”
Megan Collins Artemis’ Confession Some nights she imagines the moon as a pregnant belly, imagines herself as the sky. Megan Collins is a writer, teacher, and editor, whose work can be seen at www.megan-collins.com.
Read MoreDavid James “I Wouldn’t Be Afraid”
David James I Wouldn’t Be Afraid if you told me that the end would ease me into the afterlife like a clock winding down quietly, gently, if you could guarantee me a sweet kiss in that final second before my last breath, if I knew you would go on and enjoy your days and memories, […]
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