By Jon Carter peaceful nothing downtown sidewalkpeople walk bytalkingsmilingbrightignorant /happy teethunwilling to acknowledge that no easy thingslive in the chestand nothingmeaningfullivesout of it, beyond thema dying elm tree standsagainst the street,ideas like mulchsurrounding it as it’sstrangled by the sun-no rainno…
“Poetry is a conversation between the present and the past with a hope for the future. A visitation with bards and griots, and a probe, like a wandering rocket, into parts yet unknown. A modernizing of a message in stone,…
By: Kevin Criscione Like ghost ships passing in the night or dark-hued mountains in the distance, each call a portal to a different untouchable world into which I was only offered a brief and unsatisfying glimpse. I was thirty-two. I…
By Mike Hickman “I’ve never understood why they call it parents’ evening,” Mr Driscoll said to his wife as the parents waited amongst the shards of the children’s achievements. “It’s not about us, after all, is it?” Mrs Driscoll instructed…
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…