Steve Klepetar Honey Cat She fed him liver and cream, her wild familiar— bruised, bleeding killer of birds and in the sky a sickle, a scythe, and a boy falling from a great height, his hair aflame. Steve Klepetar watched two large deer stroll across the backyard just before the sun went down.
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Steve Klepetar “The Other Key”
Steve Klepetar The Other Key I was alone, rain beating windows black, alone with your voice as it echoed down the hall, alone, but not alone, book slipping from my hand, words like minnows scattering in the house of dreams where you held the other key. Steve Klepetar watched two large deer stroll across the […]
Read MoreJosé Enrique Medina “The Doubt”
José Enrique Medina The Doubt Am I one hundred years old or am I just lonely? José Enrique Medina is going crazy writing a novel in 30 days.
Read MoreBill Rector “Next stop”
Bill Rector Next stop If all the Martin Luther King Jr. Boulevards in America Were lined up end to end, Where would they lead? Bill Rector is an admirer of and frequent contributor to the many journals published by the enigmatic Ambidextrous Bloodhound Productions.
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Bill Rector Graveyard shift Dawn’s been on break a long time. Bill Rector is an admirer of and frequent contributor to the many journals published by the enigmatic Ambidextrous Bloodhound Productions.
Read MoreRon. Lavalette “Truth Be Told”
Ron. Lavalette Truth Be Told If the Secret Police come knocking late at night, armed with terror bombs, their visors reflecting moonlight into the dim interior of my room, I will freely surrender, eagerly confess that just before they arrived I sent out a song on the clandestine airwaves; that the coded lyrics, deciphered on […]
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Diane Morley Here Living out radiant days in the slow curving way vigilant deer step in fields littered with pine cones. Diana Morley is a college dropout who writes obsessively (chapbook Spreading Like Water 2019) and is fully engaged in life.
Read MoreLarry Johnson “Absolute Truth”
Larry Johnson Absolute Truth There is, I can claim one absolute truth: Zinfandel is not the same as vermouth. Larry Johnson is an 86-year-old blind motivational/inspirational speaker and nonfiction writer who lives in San Antonio.
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