Catherine Moore Parable What forgiveness means: the baby reaches back towards breach, our ocean spins to speck, as wildfire ends on wick, the words on this page disappear. Read more about this poet here, or follow her on Twitter @CatPoetic.
Read MoreFlorence Reiss Kraut X-Country Skiing After night snowfall, breath billows smoke in the still air and skis unzip the snow. Florence Reiss Kraut is a social worker and writer living in Rye, New York, who has published stories in print and on line, and is currently completing a novel in linked stories—her first.
Read MoreSteve Klepetar The Coffee Drinker’s Son He works in shade, dragging a hoe around a bed of lilies as she sips broken-hearted, wishing to be a frog clinging to mud, green body hidden in watery weeds. Steve Klepetar drinks coffee and sometimes wishes he were a frog.
Read MoreKen Slaughter Just After the power went off during my visit I reached out into the darkness to find my ex-wife’s hand. Ken Slaughter is a tanka writer who dabbles in other short poetry forms.
Read MoreTricia Sankey When I found you, you were a book, knocked clean off a nightstand – spine splayed out, words that gasped, and I read all your pages on the floor, by candlelight. Tricia Sankey is a writer and collector of short fiction and poems, you may view her favorites on www.milspouseprose.com.
Read MoreSteven Deutsch Witness Drawing upon the spotless rectangular plane, you gather her motion like you’d gather the air, as if by linking line to paper, you allow those who do not see the dancer to witness the dance. Steven Deutsch, a semi-retired practitioner of fluid mechanics as applied to mechanical hearts and valves, lives a […]
Read MoreHowie Good In the Throes of Divination A man not unlike you or even me who is camping overnight in the woods wakes up with a start from a dream of a bear with dripping jaws biting his head to discover a bear with dripping jaws is biting his head. Howie Good says you […]
Read MoreGrant Quackenbush What He Said When I Put Him to Bed Some nights, lying on my back and staring up at this popcorned ceiling in the dark, I’ll think about the date I didn’t ask her out on, and how she has a kid now who’s fifty–five and takes care of her. Grant Quackenbush is from San Diego
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