By: John Muro Abiding I’ve come to this stretch of shorelinewith an uncertain purpose, watchingthe early autumn light pinking the hill-sides and the small swells that risethen pause in dramatic fashion, seemingto hold back time and allowing me todraw in…
By: James Aitchison Beneath every roof inthe world, fear and suspicioncoexist with love.Such is the imbalance of lifeand human discord.Goodness falls upon thegreat ocean of peopleand is swallowed a million timesby grief. Walk away.Released from your struggle,the soul which seeks…
By: Stephen Mead Gingham This is geometrical, this stitchedcross-hatching of order in squares & rectanglesso often seeming to flow even if ironed, hemmed,the plaid weave of kilts given to cotton – this dress,that Italian restaurant’s tablecloth, though the word’s originis…
By: Kenneth M. Kapp Hype for the fight started six months out. Tom B. Topus and Will T. Snod were in the top ten of heavyweights. Both had impressive records, winning more than 70% of their fights by knockouts. People…
By: William Kitcher The February night was cold, windy, damp, and slushy. The plows hadn’t completely cleared the roads and the near-freezing temperature kept everything in a state of flux. The girl passed by the front of the subway station…
By: Carl Papa Palmer I point at her Mommyand say she’s my MommyShe hugs Mommy and saysNo she’s my MommyI lub you Mommy I point at her GiGiand say she’s my GiGiShe hugs GiGi and saysNo she’s my GiGiI lub…
By James Aitchison Think of American pop music and Nashville springs to mind. Or that iconic circular Capitol Records building in Los Angeles. Originally, though, New York was the undisputed home of American music. Before records, phonographs and radio, the…
By: Bruce Levine Gabi was snoring. It was one of her three favorite things. Not snoring specifically but sleeping. Snoring, it seemed, at least for Gabi, was a side-effect of sleeping. Actually, it might also be a fringe benefit, but…
By: J. L. Lewis You cannot love in vainfor love itself is its own rewardand loses not its worthat the moment of partingor in the cold embrace of rejection.Love marks not the passage of timebut awaits the final hourand endures…
By: Karlo Sevilla Ephemeral Blessings Dusk, and on the sand we stand quite far apart.Beyond, the sea unfurls towards us, wave after wave. I’m a hundred steps behind youas you likewise face the drowning sun.You, ankle-deep in saline water, wind-blown…