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Poem: Memories For Sale

By: Susan Speranza Five years of memories for sale by owner. Better yet, free to a good home. I need to clean out the rooms of my life where joy once roamed and promises hung like sacred lanterns, guiding our way…

Poem: Rey Mysterio is Never Alone

By: Michael Chin Rey Mysterio, five-foot-six, professional wrestling’s littlest star, presses his masked forehead to the forehead of children in the crowd on his way to the ring. He whispered to each one variations on the same message. Not words of…

Poem: The Warrior’s Run

By: Michael Chin The Ultimate Warrior used to run to the ring. Long hair waving behind him. Fist pumping. And I pumped my fist too. At the spectacle. At the intensity. At the explosion. Ten, fifteen years later, when he’d…

Story: Excalibur Magic

By: Wylie Strout  Frankie and his mom peer through the den window as they hear a van starting up the driveway with “Excalibur Magic” printed on its side in large letters which glitter wildly in the sun’s rays. Long, stiff, tuxedoed legs…

Poem: Path of the Berry

By: F. Poussin  Is it so wrong begging to follow the path of the berry so tender, so plump and so full of its nectar, as she sinks her pearls in the flesh delectable, so mysterious of many savors, born in…

Poem: Seeking completion

By: F. Poussin  Focused inward to a reality unseen, privileged, puerile, the towel dowsed in the shower’s summer rain is dry. Impossible, illusory, farther as it might be close, a quake sudden, fast rotation, the jerk to a better realm. Behind…

Poem: Casting the die

By: F. Poussin  The odd die is cast, for it is not of six sides; only two options will emerge from the drunken roll. A yes or a zero, no maybe nor perhaps; The gray areas will be white or they…