By: Todd Mercer Dear Regular Yogurt, The jig is up, the show’s over. You had a steady run that lasted a long generation or so. Now it falls to me to tell you what you should have already realized. The…
By Linda S. Gunther 1964. The Bronx. At 11 years old, I had a baseball card collection with over two hundred fifty trading cards I kept in an A&P grocery cardboard box under the bed. My cards were alphabetically organized…
By: Edward Wells One. Names, on the other hand, are precise, unambiguous; one might even say rigid, fixed, unalterable, certainly inelastic. They are not the same thing, however. In the upper right hand corner is cerulean blending into cobalt, maybe…
By: Carl Papa Palmer Removing the library card from my wallet,an old photo, her first day of kindergarten,comes to view through the plastic sleeve. She woke me early that morning, wantedto watch cartoons rather than go to school.This picture Mom…
By Ruth Z. Deming He is the last of the Porter Family. I hardly know him though I knew hisbrother Tom and his daddy, Luke.Drunks all of them.They live on the next street, a street that reminds us of a…
By: Bruce Levine It was just a game. Tiffany and her twin sister, Brianna, played it often. At eight years old the girls made up many games, partially to alleviate the loneliness of their isolation, but, because they had each…
By: Chella Courington Athena to Arachne I can’t suppress envywhen your touch teases woolfingers long & agile twirling the spindle I warn youno mortal wins your bulls & birdsdivine debaucheries will succumb to my gods I shred your tapestrythread by…
By: Victor Azubike Effigies;Turquoise skies;Twin rainbows:FaintAnd prominent.Sunny afternoons;SolitaryTelecom masts;Derelict school Buildings;DesolateAnd barricadedFilling stations;Down and outFolksEking out a living. Crescents;Intersections;Hemmed in;At Wits’ end.City’s squareCrowdedBy lonely seats-Open spacesAndShrillSilencesWaiting for the nextSpectacular event,Solemn oath takingWith the holy booksOr traditional gun salute. Fleeting seconds:Lazy…
By: Paweł Markiewicz the last autumn – beejust before epiphanybeehive fulfilled?bee looking at fallin the beehive – wingsand the timeless dreamed sparksmeek bees as heroesqueen bee in ruminationmarvel of buzzingan autumnal beesleeping or awakening – time?beehive as templefall adorationthe bee…
By: Carl Papa Palmer In her quest to become a trimmer chickRose chose this slick trick and got slimmer quickshe ate nothing at all‘cept soup sipped thru a strawwhile humming the lines of this limerick