By: Oliver Baer 89. I’m out of place The unseen guides me to the house of the heart It’s filled with life Yet I hear its beat as if buried Under the floorboards in the ground Its call eludes me…
By: Carol Smallwood Carole Mertz, author, poet, and editor, has had works published in literary journals, U.S., Canada, Great Britain, and Africa. She is a Book Review Editor for Dreamers Creative Writing; reader of prose and poetry for Mom Egg…
By: Ioana Cosma Aschenbach Loving what’s beautiful is What is left of the soul’s journey If it were to escape relativity if It were to recant the evil done To others and to oneself It would decline the cup offered…
By: Mary Bone Deracinating Memories Dusting furniture in every room where dust mites could gather, sweeping away fragments from a lifetime of dust clogging pores. Memories deracinate to another time, as I open windows letting in the sunlight. ### Winter…
By Dan O’Neill Lydia Graham, the most prominent critic, social commentator and sexual adventuress of the 1970s,was actually born in Helena, Montana as Mary Quinn. She chose her first name from the song “Lydia The Tattooed Lady” from the Marx…
By: Raymond Greiner Our geographic location relates to life’s functions, goals and achievements. Societal formats incarnate separately defined by homogeneous identity in pursuit of fundamental purpose and communal progression. Historic social advances are most notable in Earth’s middle latitudes. It’s…
By: Alimson Esther I am tired of humans so I walk away, resting my feet on sincere grass. I crouch like a baby afraid of the womb. My fingers brush away the liquid that pools at my eyes. ‘Did it…
By: Jack Coey Judson walked by the funeral parlor and read the sign: Foley Funeral Parlor: Cremations & Burials. He was in his seventies and alone in the world. He’d left Laura and his son in his early fifties for a waitress…
By: Jim Bates If Will Stevens cared what other people thought or even took the time to think about it, he’d probably figure that people would think he was nuts, spending his days sweeping the sidewalks of the little town…
By: Josh Adair I. Helen frittered her later years committing intentionally artless theft; she pilfered in protest of the squelched promise of her youth. The prettiest child in her family and a beauty by anyone’s standards, at eighteen she married…