Poetry
By: Wayne F. Burke The Pelvis It was almost always Elvisevery Saturday afternoonat the theater:Elvis as race car driverElvis as cowboyElvis as convictand at least one sceneElvis as tough guythough he did not look toughkind of prissy lookingand like maybe…
Essay
By: Dennis Vannatta 1. A dozen years ago I underwent a CAT scan. My doctor called me in to discuss the results. He looked at the image from the scan, and then, rather than addressing the very serious medical…
Poetry
By: Barbara Anna Gaiardoni the silence of the stonesfinal coldness* monkfish stewfar-out connections* water heats uppop lights* the casement windowhappy as a lark* chirps in the netmilitary drone* the sea in springchit chat* first ray of sunshinethe last problem
Poetry
By: Chen Ruizhe Moving house green plants by spring awake, waiting for the rain fine dust clothes.In exchange for the hair Yun Yan Mang, all ready to receive spring clothes. Lift up all thingsWake up by snow waterBroken by vernal…
Poetry
By: Jim Murdoch Frankie Says Don’t Go There Most days I’m nearer to tears than…No one ever says they’re near to smiles, do they?I expect there must be times when I am,when I feel a grin coming on, perchance a…
Poetry
By: Sushant Thapa Trapped and welcomedForsaken and giftedTwo boats in one riverWhen one sails?When one sinks?Decisions and chances,Houses that shelterThe blowing blizzard.Is it pain,Is it endurance?Larger-than-life idealWay too expensiveFor a cheap intuition.The rose of youthThe fragrance of gloryThat keeps repeatedly…
Fiction
By Eric Burbridge The cool morning breeze attacked the exposed nerves of his rotten wisdom tooth. Twig Pike rubbed his jaw as tears ran down his cheek. He focused and continued to back the heavily armored rig into the…