Robert Allen Arnold Toy Train My favorite part was when the train came out of the tunnel with the headlight of the engine coming straight for my head, and I never moved. Robert Allen Arnold is a retired corporate manager and distance runner who now writes and takes photographs of the Pacific Ocean.
Read MoreAve Jeanne Ventresca Visitando il mio amico n provincia dell’Aquila in Abruzzo Il mio amico ha l’AIDS ma sono le facce di persone che camminano per quello uccidilo lentamente. Visiting My Friend in the Province of L’Aquila in Abruzzo My friend has AIDS but it is the faces of people walking by that kill him […]
Read MoreThis is the 8ᵗʰ anniversary of One Sentence Poems. Our first poem was by Eric Burke. We asked Eric to toss us a poem to publish on our anniversary, as we’ve done before on the journal’s anniversary. Thanks, Eric. And, thanks to everyone who submitted their work during these 8 years. Thanks to our readers, […]
Read MoreKell Nelson Erasure of The Velveteen Rabbit Kell Nelson lives, works and rides a bike in Phoenix. “It’s the 100th anniversary of the publication of Margery Williams’ book “The Velveteen Rabbit,” he writes, “so I’ve returned to its pages to find other messages hidden within.”
Read MoreKell Nelson Erasure of The Velveteen Rabbit Kell Nelson lives, works and rides a bike in Phoenix. “It’s the 100th anniversary of the publication of Margery Williams’ book “The Velveteen Rabbit,” he writes, “so I’ve returned to its pages to find other messages hidden within.”
Read MoreKell Nelson Erasure of The Velveteen Rabbit Kell Nelson lives, works and rides a bike in Phoenix. “It’s the 100th anniversary of the publication of Margery Williams’ book “The Velveteen Rabbit,” he writes, “so I’ve returned to its pages to find other messages hidden within.”
Read MoreAaron Sandberg Terminal Two embrace far from the gate and I’m unsure if they’re saying goodbye so early or hello too late. Aaron Sandberg is doing karate in your unfinished basement.
Read MoreAaron Sandberg Speak Now He stands with a smile at the bathroom sink of the newlywed suite hours after the vows, behind a locked door, texting a woman who is not his, while his bride lies on the bed once pulling down the duvet, abiding by her false belief that it is never cleaned and […]
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