By: Paul Smith Free Parking Is there any chance could it be that all our problems could be solved by parking for free or maybe just a lot with a modest fee? […]
‘Free Parking’ and other poems by Paul Smith
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Confessions of an Opium-Eater
By Yasmin Hemmat The sun was burning my eyes as I was walking in a desert. I felt tired and thirsty, and my mind had no idea to where I was heading, […]
Significance, Meaning, and Purpose in Contemporary Biographical Poetry
By: Robert Levine An interesting but often overlooked subspecies of narrative verse is biographical poetry, relating the life story of a real person; a well-read friend of mine told me he didn’t […]
A normal American family
By: Alan Swyer Hopeful that he was finally rejoining the living after losing first his job, then his girlfriend, Matt Kanter was prepping for two interviews – one via Skype, the other […]
‘A Wasp a Box Turtle and Me’ By Raymond Greiner
By Raymond Greiner I’m reading a masterful piece of writing titled Sapiens written by a career anthropologist Yuval Noah Harari, a brief history of humankind describing how we, as a species, have […]
Folkloric wo/man number one
By: Daniel de Culla I woke up from a deep sleep And I came to the fields Leaving the bedroom And, as sorcerer and wizard I rose up to a leafy tree […]
Tracers
By: Tommy Vollman It wasn’t the sleepwalking that bothered me. I woke up outside more often than I care to remember, but still, the sleepwalking never really bothered me. I was terrified, […]
‘The Cratered Road to Malancourt’ and other poems by Keith Moul
By: Keith Moul The Cratered Road to Malancourt: Doughboys Face the Meuse-Argonne Our general plows the muddy clay, then coughs: “Gentlemen, I approve the corps, division and regimental battle plans, without amendment.” […]
‘Son of a Shoeshiner’ and one more poem by Harjeet Singh
By: Harjeet Singh Son of a Shoeshiner An opulent district businessman lunched in a restaurant, After lunch, he tipped the waiter five rupees It boggled the server’s mind and he spoke, “Sir […]
Ethel
By: Pam Munter As soon as she entered any room, Ethel Barrymore left little doubt she was royalty, or at least, its show business equivalent. That square jaw, the penetrating eyes, the […]
