By: Grant Guy the city i the city the steam of the city runs through my finger & fills the breath i inhale in carnal partnership of concrete & blood of the […]
Poem: the city
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Poem: Mister
By Giles Selig Sad news just came from my poor sister About the beau she knew as Mister. He had a mansion on the boulevard, A maid and a Mercedes. He worked […]
No Man’s River
By: Josephine Greenland Are they really going to swim here? Ellen thought as the Syrians strode into Torne River. She assumed they were Syrians by their black hair and beards, and the rapid […]
Poems: ‘Critique of Critical Criticism’ n ‘Rhetoric and Prosody’
By: Mark A. Murphy Critique of Critical Criticism Should we turn a blind eye to those acolytes of critical criticism, or note with all due attention, the ‘inability to resolve the tension […]
Dr. Suzie! and the Magic Orange Juice
By A.R. Hansen I had to lie at first and tell the producers I was about to turn 12 because they said 11 was too young to go on a national talk […]
Story: A show of hands
By: Wendy Lee Klenetsky Even if all they had been after was great ratings during “sweeps week” on television, the “JERRY MARKS SHOW” couldn’t possibly have concocted such a program. After […]
Story: The Better Place
By: Lucille Bellucci Once upon a time…. My wanderings over a distant time begin with that phrase, a cipher that unlocks a landscape biding in the storehouse behind my eyes. It is almost […]
Story: The Hand Waxed Short
By: Hillard Morley The face grew red and bulging and awful. Jeremy watched the hands instead, lifted as though taking an oath, the palms exposed, signalling an explosion. He distanced himself, imagined the […]
Story: Life Begins Anew
By: Alan Swyer Four days after their mother’s funeral, Richie Kalt and his sister Bonnie strong-armed their father into joining them for dinner at his favorite neighborhood Italian place. There were a few […]
Story: The Imagination Fidelity Agent
By: M.A. Lang Brainard Freeson slowly and methodically put away his tools. He glanced over at the small girl who sat on her bed, quietly sobbing. He snapped the case shut and […]
