By: J.K. Durick It begins as an odd sensation, a feeling I remember From riding downhill on my bike as a kid, going Down Pearl Street, College Street, Main, almost falling, A pulling, pushing, a force beyond my control, faster…
By: J.K. Durick Misplaced first time, fresh from the garden center – Placement and the season are everything sometimes Too much sun, too little water, or drainage, of course The resilient native weeds and bugs contributed — Stunted, wilting, they had…
By: Jessica Goody The fierce din of the typing pool, thirty women battering the keys, their fingers flickering insect-quick on the glassy pebbles, stamping the white expanse with inky hieroglyphs. The rhythmic drumbeat of pounding fingers resembles the factory roar of…
By: Jessica Goody The tyranny of the blank page, mockingly white, like the frustration of my barren mind, seeking rich, rambling words, metaphors with plenty of meat on the bone. I gather synonyms to strew on the page, berry-picking phrases…
By: Jessica Goody Surrounded by lush greenery, the house seems made of trees. ivy shrouds the weather-worn brick walls and strains upwards, winding around the moss-furred brick pillars. Heliotrope swells over the eaves, shrouding the windows in a vivid purple…
By: Linda M Crate don’t tell me that you don’t love me then call yourself my brother because families aren’t supposed to work that way, but we both know; you were never mine to hold nor were we ever family…
By: Linda M Crate i think i only loved you because i loved her, and she was the only woman i ever loved; sometimes that terrifies me because i was taught of heaven and hell told that i wasn’t allowed…
By: Linad M Crate the softness of silken petals against my lips, and the warmth of your hands against my own; these are things that i still crave even when i know they cannot be mine— these memories i wish…
The melody of the “What A Wonderful World” song by Louis Armstrong often hits me whenever I’m pissed off with mundane things around me. The beautifully churned-out lyrics sweeten my soul, de-stress my mind and revitalize me. The song lauds…
By: Chuck Orloski (November 2016) “America no longer has a functioning democracy.” Jimmy Carter to Oprah; September 2015. Look see – there’s Crazy Lydia! A retired Scranton School District teacher, she stands beside a Diebold voting machine as if looking into…