
By: James Aitchison What purpose is therein a world that wants todestroy itself? It is not for the world to say. There is a sequence in the tapestryof life, dictated by the […]
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By: James Aitchison What purpose is therein a world that wants todestroy itself? It is not for the world to say. There is a sequence in the tapestryof life, dictated by the […]
By Emily Breen Love Notes I wrote heartfelt love notes before I knew what love wasBefore I knew what like wasAnd while I was writing them I knew I felt every emotion […]
By: Viator Thin Tally My fingers are scored with the incisionsof these dry days, my skin shrinking,unable to meet the square-inchrequirements of the underneathuncaring bones, so separatingin pain and small slices, invisible […]
By Radomir Vojtech Luza Alex M. Frankel may be the best writer in Los Angeles who has not hit The New York Times Bestseller list. “FLAME AT DOOR AND RAISIN,” his latest […]
By: Terry Trowbridge Brussels sprout sorbetsaid the terrorist in the kitchentaking the birthday boy’ssocial life hostagethose chocolate cake eyesfocused on tomorrow’s eight flamesconsidering the limits pick up his clothes then whatclean the […]
By: Brandon McQuade WIND, TREE The sun is a yellow axechopping at our backs. A single, barren treeits branches splayed in the open air. Veiny,naked limbs longing for a companion,settling for the […]
By: Vanaja Malathy Where have they all gone? Where have all my dear and near ones gone?their memories heal and reinvigorate my mindand at times stifle and sting my heart.i feel I […]
By John RC Potter It’s always darkest before the dawn 1968:“You’re in big trouble now!” I shouted.Absent sister, worried motherFalling window, bleeding fingerShe came home late, up to no good.Troubled sister, […]
By: Daniel Millard There is a woundingA psychic bruiseNot an actual memoryBut my body knowsI feel it deeplyInside of sickened bones When I was 27, you told meWhat you used to do […]
By: James Maloney Ask the lines of late Januaryin which marrow either is or is not.Declared four gases from the tongue,against our stride on Heritage trail. What is the shape of our […]