William Cullen, Jr. Climatic Omen Robins returning in winter instead of spring sing while it’s still dark waking me early again like they have something so important to say you’d think the world was coming to an end. William Cullen, Jr., a veteran who works at a non-profit in New York City,. has had his […]
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Darcy McMurtery: “Communion”
Darcy McMurtery Communion While kneeling, we giggled at shoes that looked like baked potatoes, swallowing the thick ankles of spinsters who didn’t sin, while imagining the day we could join that line wearing tight blouses and glossy heels that clicked, resonating through the sanctuary. Darcy McMurtery is a cranky librarian who talks a lot and […]
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Darcy McMurtery Book Club After she told us about the lump we walked to our cars in silence, hugging our books to our chests. Darcy McMurtery is a cranky librarian who talks a lot and writes a little.
Read MoreCal Freeman: “The Grammar of Old Buildings”
Cal Freeman The Grammar of Old Buildings “The architecture speaks” means nouns echo off of dovecotes and coved ceilings, while “silent pillars look” means anything abandoned has sadness in its eyes. Cal Freeman was born and raised in Detroit.
Read MoreLeigh Abrams: “Laziness of doing”
Leigh Abrams Laziness of doing Today I ordered, sifted, wondered what to care about, or for, and if my promises to plant a little tree on the porch, or hang some truth to kneel before in the laundry room, have been ignored? In order to balance her life Leigh Abrams works on a crisis line […]
Read MoreHowie Good: “Rhymes With Symphony”
Howie Good Rhymes With Symphony It’s the sound the wind makes when it doesn’t make any sound, sort of like a stick figure man just gliding along the long line of the horizon, a rare thought growing invisibly out of the top of his head. Howie Good hands you a nickel, he hands you a […]
Read MoreM. J. Iuppa: “The Procession”
M. J. Iuppa The Procession When the police escort revs his motorcycle, the hearse appears weightless, drifting on route 19, followed by a single car with its lights off. M.J.Iuppa‘s most recent chapbook is Between Worlds, featuring lyric essays, flash fiction and prose poems (Foothills Publishing, 2013).
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I can’t breathe.
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