By: A Byrd Called Bird Wheeling in a chaos-scapeShe flutters down the winding streetSlipping between the empty people,Before she turnsLike the hand bursting from the lakeCrowning clouds with glittering diadems of frozen pearlsBedecking them in the manner of dancing girlsThe…
By: Jamie Nguyen Pulora Court I walk up and down Pulora Court every turning day,once when the sun rears its laughing head, once when it dips beyond the dusky horizon. Twelve mismatched iclers, six perside, shaded by color pencils stolen…
By: Charles Varani I Kenneth had invited me along for a picnic, along with Miko, his wife then, at the reservoir outside of town. I’d met Kenneth in college and we had been friends since. At the reservoir, Kenneth…
By: J.K. Durick Desert I’ve never been on a desert, you know the kind,But I can picture me out in it. The sand as far asAs I can see, the intense sun, some wind swirlingAbout the sand, and there I…
By Russell Eisenman, Ph.D. Ted Bundy, the famous serial killer, was once in an abnormal psychology class that I taught, years ago at Temple University. I did not know it was him at the time, but from subsequent photographs and…