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Month: November 2016

Poem: Current

By:  Richard Luftig A river needs descent of an eighth of an inch per mile to produce a flow, and if that is the case, our river probably fails—Henry David Thoreau This river has nowhere special to go and all…

Poem: cantata for snow

By: Richard Luftig prarie winds whistle their full-throat flutes. reeds catch like sobs in the night. baseline drift makes even barbwire beautiful. whole songs in C minor, the saddest key. if only I knew enough to sing the words.

Poem: refusal to die

By: Linda M Crate i grew up through the leaves and the branches of dead things where you left me buried in snow, and i know you’d like to think you had some sort of influence or power over me…

Poem: rooted

By: Linda M Crate “grow up” they told me rejecting my reality trying to get me to embrace their own, but i would never take their hand no matter how much they begged or pleaded or demanded; i’ve always had…

Poem: Shifty

By: Wylie Strout His eyes tried to penetrate the grains of the paper. How he wanted to know. To know; to breathe and to know. To be knowing. To be a smartie; clever. His brain hurt. Maybe it was his…

Story: Nice To Meet You

By: Reese Scott He’s looking out the window again. I can see him. He’s always there. Just staring out to St. Marks Place and Avenue A. I see him there before I go to work and when I return from…

Story: Hunger Games

By: Sri Ram Billie and Ryan played in the trampoline as their parents, Bruce and Martha watched them over. The wind was not that heavy that day and the sun was at the top, right above their head. Every time…

Poem: The Second Son

By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick Teenagers playing grown-ups Immature judgement The mother’s daughter stolen by him A nest left half-empty Condemnation, the mother’s stance Fierce disapproval of him The mother begged her daughter Finish school Don’t rush “If it’s meant to…

Poem: An Enemy Like No Other

By: M Spear I plan to bring them down by myself. They are an enemy like no other, no one knows their numbers. I can imagine their agenda because I have been practicing imagining since I was a little child….