Ian Willey Strange Comfort When my car died after a long and debilitating illness everyone said the same stuff about moving on and you should be thankful for this, that, and the other thing, except for my neighbor, the one who’s always driving over our lawn when backing out, who put down his hoe and […]
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Steve Klepetar “Night Sounds”
Steve Klepetar Night Sounds I hear someone singing a little way off, the tune bouncing off rooftops and walls, and frogs, every voice, every note clinging in a rich stew of sound. Steve Klepetar has read 7 dystopian novels in the past two weeks.
Read MoreHilary Sideris “I Miss”
Hilary Sideris I Miss the kind, stooped beggar at Borough Hall who sang Oh please be careful going up and down the stairs and said he loved my smile whether I put a dollar in his White Castle cup or not. Many years ago, as a child with 20/20 vision in Indiana, Hilary Sideris shot […]
Read MoreMark Danowsky “Hope”
Mark Danowsky Hope When someone you love goes in for surgery you only write one speech. Mark Danowsky is author of the poetry collection As Falls Trees (NightBallet Press, 2018) and Managing Editor for the Schuylkill Valley Journal.
Read MoreJoan Dobbie “Canine Distancing”
Joan Dobbie Canine Distancing Whenever we meet on the street you cross to one side and I cross to the other, both of us nervously smiling through our stylish flower masks, or waving, a little shyly, with our purple nurse’s gloves while from the ends of their short nylon leashes our spiky little terriers snarl […]
Read MoreJohn Hawkhead “Unprecedented”
John Hawkhead Unprecedented, our elderly neighbours dancing in their garden. John Hawkhead lives in England where he tries to write, draw, and paint. His book Small Shadows is from Alba Publishing.
Read MoreAyobami Adesina “Battering”
Ayobami Adesina Battering Each day breaks with my mother’s music and closes with her tears. Ayobami Adesina writes and majors in Social Work at the University of Ilorin, Nigeria.
Read MoreTom Bierovic ‘In Spite of Everything’
Tom Bierovic In Spite of Everything Knowing what I know, the spider web in moonlight still shimmers Tom Bierovic writes short poems, plays Native American flutes, and bangs on drums — quietly, mournfully, and loudly ( respectively) — in DeLand, Florida.
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