By: Ed Nichols Strange Dog I have a strange dog. She can talk when she wants to. Sometimes she says, “E Pluribus Unum” when we are walking. I ask her what […]
‘Strange Dog’ and other poems by Ed Nichols
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Vestigial wings
By: Aruna Subramanian The caged canarypreserved her wingsfor another day,when she couldspread her songsacross the blue sky.Days & nights flew bybehind the closed doors.She waits and waitsfor the dawnthat might recoverwhat lay […]
The lonely fanatic
By: Hassam Gul Amelie remained seated on the silk-coated settee, even when the train resumed her stranded journey if you are to call her remains by her name, a part in which […]
Ageism: Women are never too old to experience it
By: Connie Woodring This article focuses on ageism and its effects on women and society. Women over 40 typically concern themselves with menopause, mid-life crises, caring for their elderly parents and perhaps […]
Poisoned
By: Deogratias Kagali Malicious intents,All over the invitation,Bad be done right,Plan of evil must be laid. The invited pride clouded,Showing off a habit.Feet of fragile clay,Astray their path’s destination. Full of oneself,Made […]
Making Allowance
By: Carl “Papa” Palmer Pleased with my brand new door lock knobs,chrome, smooth, tapered, anti-theft,no ridge to grasp with a coat hanger,I swing shut the door to my truckwith the keys dangling […]
A lunch
By: J.D. Diaz After closing, when all the diners and most of the staff were gone and he was done cleaning his station and knives, he helped Javier with the dishes and […]
I wait
By: Melissa Graham I wait again.I am not your expectations.I wait for you to feel me, hear meI wait for you to seenot my hairnot my skinbut the soul that lives within.I […]
‘Postcard from a Forgotten Town’ and other poems by Jim Brosnan
By: Jim Brosnan Postcard from a Forgotten Town I wrote phrases,fragmentsof thought,so manymiles awayas I recalledtrain whistlesbreakingevening silenceand headlightson the nearbystretchesof highwaypassing overwinding hillsas I now watchlingering embersleapfrom a fireplaceas snowflakestumbleacross the […]
‘Residential care’ and other poems by Douglas K Currier
By: Douglas K Currier Residential care Day 99 Long-term residential care smells of death:incontinence, the odor of liniment, industrial disinfectant,moth balls, menthol, old clothes, meds,and the liquid, pervasive smells of the cafeteria.I […]
