Poetry
By: Meghan Doran It PoursWhen it rains grandma says hey is for horses and a watched pot never boils and needs must and grandpa says Thomas Jefferson was a deist and Ted Kennedy was a sonofabitch and he summons the…
Books Reviews
By: Jim Bates Walking peaceful woodsSurrounded by Nature’s giftsProfound sense of joy. Unrelenting WindRoaring through an autumn nightA freight train racing. Calm November dayLast leaves drift softly landingLightly like feathers. Fresh snow transformingBrown ground to a wonderlandSo cheerful and bright.
Fiction
By: Josephine Rudolf She was perfect, no she wasn’t. She was so far beyond that. She was the warm blanket on a rainy day, yet at the same time, if you were a plant, she would be the rain after…
Poetry
By: John Thomas Allen Onomatopoeia’s clinical thread: the pulse and click of doctor’s shoes, oath often a mere wishbone: And how can this be, but it…
Poetry
By: Howie Good Garbled Voices Is it legal to walk around naked in your backyard? Only when someone has experienced it themselves can they truly judge. As the theory of reversibility states, the ice on ponds is never 100 percent…
Poetry
By: Alan Berger Why not tell meAll about your troublesAnd I’ll tell youAll about mineThenWe could do somethingOr nothing About themSome other time Why not tell meWhat you have been throughAnd I’ll tell you How I got throughBut firstAnswer me…
Fiction
By: Ruth Deming Doctor Foxhall, my primary care doctor, wrote his patients a generic letter suggesting we investigate a new health care plan called “Devoted Health Care.” I grabbed my “Everything Notebook” and dialed the 800 number. “Brandon” was the…











