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a black cadillac on the road

‘Black Cadillac’ and other poems

By Karen Lee Stradford Black Cadillac Daddy’s gone.The scent of his colognestill lingersas I enter,4-door Deville sitsin the cold garagewaiting to ride again.Tank full of gas,dusty hoodreadyto see the road. Glove compartmentpacked withCDs and tissues,masks in the console.Las Vegas hat…

black and white sky winter silhouette

‘Living Anguish’ and other poems

By: Michael Craig Living Anguish A Loss so unfair worse the life left in total despair Silently in the night or on the busiest of days Unrelenting this fatal pain a true love sustains An emptiness no one can fill,…

rays of light

‘Refuge’ a poem by James Aitchison

By: James Aitchison Take refuge in the eternal.It is not complex.Ignore the world around you;it is not your time and place,it is impermanent.I am the eternal voicethat speaks to all men,in every one of their stages.You have been given a…

The Crimson Killer

By: David William Jurgenson I exhale a ball of inky white cigarette smoke and narrow my eyes. “We know it’s you Hooper. We know you’re the Crimson Killer. CSI ran an analysis on the killer’s hair we found on the…

a woman in white shirt and red skirt standing on the flower field

A Tiny Red Skirt

By Patty Somlo             By the time I got a job at The Boathouse, I had been a waitress for years, first while a sophomore at American University, in Washington, D.C. During my one semester at the on-campus bar, The…

low angle view of man standing at night

‘Blood Suckers’ and other poems

By: Mary Bone Blood Suckers I carried them through deep brushand high grass.My paws try to scratch them out of my fur.Ticks and fleas drain my energy.A flea collar was attached to my neck.This was my only relief froman onslaught…

Preparation

By: Mayumi Yamamoto I call her more often than before – before she’s gone. Louder. Sometimes, I even shout out her name when I stay alone at home. If someone sees me doing so, I would be mistaken as an…