By: Amit Pandya Good Game we started at sixchasing tag on the playground,euphoria and bliss,life never felt so good. now we’ve grown, or so we thought.us teenagers are never wrong.shouting, kicking, screamingyou […]
'Good Game' and other poems by Amit Pandya
The Lego House
By: Nadia Benjelloun Kneeling on my knees, my cheeks boiling red from the discomfort of the heat, and with sweat trickling down my back, I put on the finishing touches to the […]
House Hunting
By Brigitte Whiting Saturday mornings, Eve and Jim shopped for houses. They’d driven since early morning following the map she’d marked with sticky tabs. Each had been a no, again. Some were […]
Coming Home
By: Bob Kalkreuter It was almost midnight when they drove through town. The wet asphalt glistened red, then green in the moonless wash of the traffic light. Above, rain-swollen clouds roiled and […]
'Recognition' and other poems by Josie Rozell
By: Josie Rozell Recognition Nothing fancierthan the sound of your own blood.Take your handand touch yourself; go on— what you feelis your own skin; the kin you bearday after day.Look at it. […]
Poem: Whiskers and whispers
By: Alan Berger My little babyMy little dearYou’ve lost so much weightSoon you’ll disappearWe been together for so longYet it seems like only yesterdayWe both were bornYou can’t feel anything except my […]
Janet’s fantasy
By: Eric Burbridge She excused herself from a boring conversation with Percy. Nature called. Would she return? No. Did she care how he felt? No. For several weeks, she stalked the man […]
Just wondering
By: Alan Berger I WONDER WHAT STEPS SHE TOOK TODAYWas I in her thoughts?Was I in her way?I wonder who she spoke to todayDid she speak of me?If I had to guess […]
Bed & No Breakfast
By Alan Berger Which is worse? Living in a shit neighborhood with great neighbors? Or living in a great neighborhood with shit neighbors? This was the riddle that was driving William Hollister […]
What You Don't See
By: Jon Knox Casually, but impeccably dressed, Gina pulls her new BMW into the parking lot of Houston’s most respected preschool, and emerges with her three-year-old daughter, Mandy. After goodbye hugs, kisses […]
