Dennis Spiker On the Island of Naxos We were on that scooter exploring the island of Naxos when we invaded a silent village, stopped to watch a funeral procession, saw the Beloved carried aloft on a board, a borrowed door, into the next fawn world. Dennis Spiker is a frustrated novelist who often turns to poetry […]
Read Moredeb y felio Aquarius After years of flushing unused narcotics, and dumping weapons of mean destruction into the nearest bodies of water, schools of fish have become gangs, and no other marine life seems to care. deb y felio writes and lives one sentence at a time – sometimes simple and sometimes complex.
Read MoreCarol Francis Reunion at Ellis Island, 1903 Her skin still stinging from the rough scrub, tiny Anna, tethered in line to her mother, five sisters, and one brother, caught in her own the bright blue eyes behind the glass and knew her father, and safety (though she had no word for it), for the first […]
Read MoreAdam Nagy The Glitch We were younger and better when they killed the lights and you were lost in the static of the formless and the pure. Adam Nagy authored two novellas that can be found on Amazon and is an aspiring screenwriter.
Read MoreJ. R. Solonche On a Bee The best poem ever written on a bee is by Emily Dickinson, so why are you wasting your time reading this one? J. R. Solonche has been publishing in magazines, journals, and anthologies since the early 70s and is the author of six books of poetry.
Read MoreLaura Winkelspecht Car trip, 1977 Family stuffed in a station wagon with wood-grained sides: little kids tumbled in the way-back, big kids on the bench seat, legs never touching Laura Winkelspecht is a poet who doesn’t write enough poetry and feels really guilty about it.
Read MoreLaura Winkelspecht Past Tense I still find myself talking about you in present tense like you’re still here to add tales to our story, but our verbs occupy the past now, a dying language where I am the last fluent speaker longing for just one more conversation. Laura Winkelspecht is a poet who doesn’t write […]
Read MoreWyeth Renwick pitter patter As the radio drones on, the child’s bright sun is washed away in the pitter patter of the pouring rain. Wyeth Renwick is a twelve-year-old girl living in Los Angeles.
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