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How Italy Tried to Break Us Up

By: Glenn John Arnowitz “Do you want to meet me in Rome?” That question came in August from Colleen, mi amore of five months. and without hesitation, I said, “Yes!” Our meetup wasn’t until the beginning of October. After eight…

Local Boy

By: Brian Michael Barbeito (Hiding out from the Police and Taking Nature Photography in the Hills) Overcast. Saturnine. The forest worlds are then a damp grey if grey could be named damp. There is a place wonderful, whimsical, where the…

Down Chuska Mountain

By: Jeffrey Delano Davis The wind screams through the pickup. It tosses rusted bolts, fence wire, wrenches, and Sike’s feed bowl about the cargo bed with alarming ferocity. Nina rubs flints of plywood and sheep hair from her watering eyes….

All The Young Dudes

By: Elaine Lennon It is a truth universally acknowledged that the intimate exchanges between young men are principally of the gaming variety.  It was with a deal of struggle that Ned and Dobbin Smith kept their friendship at the level…

‘Requiescat’ and other poems

By: Sheila Murphy Requiescat There will be no warmer momentthan that autumn evening when neighbors musickedtheir way across the upstairs patioglasses lifted and sweet shoots of syllableslovelied their way into our room acrosswhere only we were living laughing dancing There…