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Month: January 2019

Poem: Parachute

By: Aila Doyle Ignore the sound and fury. Read my lines. A desire to have a life, one combined. A sophic man, seeing into my soul. A woman afraid of losing control. Foolish girl, frightened and pulling away. Grasping to…

The Lucky Bastard

By: Alan Berger How the fuck did I get the nickname “Lucky”, lucky asked the mirror before him while attempting to hold his razor steady as he started to shave. Maybe it’s like when they call a bald guy “Curly”,…

Cosmic Depression

By: Constance Woodring Humans exist for only a zillion zillionth of a second, and yet there are those who cannot endure even breathing that brief air of the universe.

A 2016 Carol

By: Austin J. Dalton “Frankly, it’s quite possible I could get used to you, because one day I will grow old enough or come to some point down the road and there won’t be anyone there but you.” The author…

Sumptuous Naan and Puthena

By: Pavle Radonic Following some weighing late afternoon Nilla it was that would be given a try for their naan. An initial look at the veg. counter proving underwhelming, a turn on heel and march out the door almost ensued….

Poem: Not facing the music

By: Alan Berger I certainly can’t blame you For throwing me out of our band Let us face the music I had a heroin addiction as big as the land Remember when they built that tour bus Just for our…