By: Kristina England no one likes a prophet. My father keeps thinking he’ll die, dreamt himself gone long ago, says forty five, fifty then sixty three, the years dancing around his father’s grave, etchings young on that stone, the grandfather I…
By: Chuck Orloski At annual Game of Low Thrones Awards, large and star power tarantulas awarded me the nick name, Little Tarantula. Without Peter Dinklage famous looks and minus five 0′ clock shadow fur, I was born a midget, short changed…
By: Zola Gonzalez-Macarambon Some guy I was dating casually slipped you into the conversation one time, we were drinking yet again one night. The same shirt, he was wearing, the same one I complimented off-hand. So maybe he really liked me….
Title: My mother in America emails instructions to the artist for a portrait of her mother, now 85 and with Alzheimers By: Zola Gonzalez-Macarambon What I remember, what I want her to remember … what you can work with are these:…
(11 Bravo, A.I.T, Fort Polk, LA, November 1970) By: Chuck Orloski On bivouac in Kisatchie National Forest, a wild combat veteran Drill Sergeant promised the grunts, “No rain coming tonight, so no need for you m-fuckers to pitch tents! Just get…
By: Merl Bone Springtime is Here It was a time for things to come to life After a long, dormant winter. Everybody was filled with strife, Just like a festered splinter. The buds of flowers came out, Everything was bursting with…
By: Chuck Orloski Tilling time, a frail farmer’s pitch fork plunged deeply into dark European soil. Terrified, and to avoid harm, 100 earthworms burrowed to safety. It was never a good time to be a worm, and only one indolent…
By: Chuck Orloski Just outside D.C. Convention Center, at an illegal D.C. parking space, Terry the Tramp’s studded leather boot lowered his Harley Davidson kickstand. Looking upward into a crystal night sky, he heard a doorman’s voice, “Hey, Mister, why are…
By: Denny E. Marshall The One Launching a telescope into space At the beginning of the millennium Its lens can see different waves Our own eyes cannot see Besides recording change in temperature Measured in millionth of degree The data…
By: Denny E. Marshall The Collection You collect dreams Handle only with gloves Put them between plastic sheets To keep them new and un-faded Stack like record collection Never play even once Bury sounds and stories Under covers the unknown…