The Baggy

By: Mike Sharlow The house on 27th Street was nicknamed “The Baggy” which was ironically appropriate. Large areas of the asphalt siding were gone, compromised with age and torn off from wind. […]

Fury is my name

By Russell Waterman “Sterling, dearie, nobody likes a grumpy wumpy. Here, let’s turn that frown upside down,” his mother leered as she stretched his lips into a deformed jokers smile. In a […]

Roots

By: Erin Weber Boss  Ron had roots in the community. He was grown from the rocky North Carolina dirt and nourished by its streams and lakes. Like everyone, he had dreams about […]

Footprints in the sand

By: Bobby Z The Jyd Conspicuous moments—like footprints in the sand.leave you void of emotions—unresponsive to any commands. evaporating memories—disappear like hidden treasures.complicate your desires—to search for forbidden pleasures. wounded dreams—that fail […]

Late Night

By: William Masters The Da Vinci Café, a San Francisco landmark, stood at the corner of Broadway and Stockton Streets for thirty-nine years. Its door-sized front windows overlooked both Chinatown and North […]

Beautiful Black Bird, Fly

By: Kelly L. Miller Black bird, beautiful black bird, take flightInto the greyness of the nearest nightThrough the blend of darkest ebony and lightest whiteTo the greatest of brand-new twinkling heights Black […]