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Month: November 2017

Poem: Best of both worlds

By: Milt Montague clusters of apartment houses once found only in the city now appearing in the suburbs huddled together for protection the metropolis moves to the burbs offering apartment house services to tenants in a small town environment no…

Poem: a funny bird

By: Milt Montague the ostrich is a funny bird seemingly put together from odds and ends or leftover parts two long skinny legs a neck to match sticking out of a football shaped body lush black/white wing feathers larger more…

Poem: I Pity The Man Who Loves You

By: Paulo Lorenzo L. Garcia  I pity the man who will love you when I’m through. Late at night, he’ll catch your restless eyes peeping through the roof for stars I named after you and when he follows each star from…

Poem: Stardust

By: Paulo Lorenzo L. Garcia You’re like a star So near, yet so far and I am a starburst Of white-hot rage cursing the horizon dividing us two and once snuffed out by senile rage our story begins anew I have…

Poem: To Catch A Dream

By: Paulo Lorenzo L. Garcia Walking through the train station on a hard day’s night I see her bob cut brush short of her shoulders. From behind I could make out a smile that fanned from one ear to the other…

Poem: Lions

By: Isabelle Kenyon Flattened fur and dampened spirits, bodies too large to take refuge in long grass – you lie defeated, resigned but waiting. With eyes of fire you watch for prey.  

Poem: The Whale

By: Isabelle Kenyon Great clouds gather, hang like rotten fruit, Peppering the waves with their sour perfume. Salt–drizzled iceberg tickled by an arched bough a mermaid tail, somersaulting through Ocean’s silence, body twisting, Commanding the tides.    

Story: Step of the Cat

By: Jamie Kahn When I was a young teenager, my sister and I began noticing that around our neighborhood, there was a black cat that often appeared in peoples’ yards and bushes, hiding away and darting whenever he saw a person….

Story: Penultimate

By: Andrew J. Gleason  I have decided to kill myself. Know that it is not out of love or sadness that I perform this most heinous act but because I chose it over the alternative, for that seems far, far…

Poem: For Old Time’s Sake

By: Ian Fletcher They bump into each other after thirty-five years at the funeral of a friend from university days whom cancer has taken from the world too soon. They’re both staying over so have arranged to chill that evening over…