By Arron Thomas Chris sat feeling his bald head. He ran his hand across the naked scalp, as he remembered better days. He stared blankly into the mirror. Lost in his own gaze. A loud call from downstairs was not…
By Ashley Summerfield ‘Jack Fontaine?’ The man leapt from his chair, and scurried across the empty waiting room in record time. Following the Doctor into the room he looked around. The room was small and relatively bare, save for a large…
By: Richard Puglisi Epilogue What is it?You wantThat you’re content with to haveThen when it goesYou find something elseThen when that goesYou look for it againBut one day your search comes to an endAnd there is nothing else leftWhich way…
By Ruth Z. Deming There were boyfriends and there were boyfriends and then there was You! We met at a dance in a Germantown, PA church. A plaque out front read, “Built with brownstones, in 1895.” Was it ever crowded!…
By: Michal Reiben David’s sister Dana is pacing back and forth over his terracotta tiled kitchen floor, her face rigid with tension, “Do you remember our cousin Arie?” she finally blurts out. “Sort of, what about him?” “He got in…
By: Georgia Sutherland I Should’ve Learned the Breaststroke If life is a pool, I’ve plunged to myDeath, watching Time watching mewatching Time as my arms flailabove ripples, my cries drownin laughter, some gleefully floatabove bold white clouds, the sun blushesstaring…
By: Angela Moore Is There Anything Colder Than Polite? Thinking of…All those cold numb smiles.Time that rewinds and festers.…Chased with pleasant plastic speeches….Unpolished truths that somehow remain unsaid,muted by talks of sun and rain.Thinking of…All those polite gestures. ### A…
By: Dan Holt Doing What He Loved He alwayssat on the porchsmokingfilterless cigarettesall the way downuntil they burned his fingers He wouldtoss them in the yardand light another One daythe dry grasscaught fire He just sat therein his shortsand undershirtsmokingand…
By: Paweł Markiewicz You hound are a starry night over fog,fallen in love with the Epiphany.The moon may be mine! Told the moony dog.With you tender garden – is so dreamy. Bewitchment of stars, your ability.Your hunting is dearer observation.A…
By: Ken Kapp Once upon a time, pre-COVID-19 time, there was a clever fox, a vain crow, and a piece of cheese. And if you’re thinking that was a long time ago, you’d be correct. In fact, in those days…