By: Keith Hoerner $10,000 downGets you inYour choice ofRanch or two-storyIn prestigious Nooning Tree “Is there one, a Nooning Tree?”“Of course,” the saleslady answersLoose strands of hair catchingThe corner of her mouthLike a lie Tempered by talk of traditionShe motions;…

By: Harvey Huddleston A combine harvests the field.  It’s a field where something grows, something green and leafy that is consumed by the masses, alfalfa maybe.  But the leaves aren’t separate.  They cling to one another in a green clump…

By: Isabelle Hoida Airportions the distinctness of life: the motorboat noises of a distant memoryi was chugging underneath the propeller,chopped up like the dishes of seaweed,tumbling around and around in a spin cycleof wetness. and it feels lonesometo interact with…

By: Vanaja Malathy tired of drudgery and monotonyof work- life balancei headed towards my mother’s housefor a change relaxation and diversiona humble looking small housewith patches clear on its roofpaint peeling of its wallsa rickety gate creaked as i set…

By: Ramlal Agarwal Ever since The Satanic Verses by Rushdie was published in 1988, it has had horrendous ramifications. There have been a number of instances of arsenic and vandalism. A Japanese writer named Horoshi  Igarari, who translated it, was…

By: Jim Bates Autumn lake so calmA hunting loon dives deeplyInto a golden sky. Pumpkin carving timeScooping out stringy innardsGoopy slimy fun. Maple leaves glowingSwirling down orange in the windLike flaming feathers. Special light of FallGolden ElectricityRe-charging the soul.

By: Tom Ball I      Our people here appeared as crystal see through people. And we lived on pure energy which we got from the sun. We were not humans, but rather a different race altogether. However, most of us…

By Andrew Kim Many people desire to be normal. Although society preaches the value of individuality, the reality is that most people still want to be normal. The dictionary defines normal as, “conforming to a standard; usual, typical, or expected.”…

By: Allison Hall My head is ravenous; it needs to feed.But I have nothing – no clonazepam,No ambien, no dolls, not even weed.I’ve done all that my shrink asked: swam,Walked, ran, and talked. Nothing helps – I still needA dose…

By: Pawel Markiewicz The mist heralds a dreamy, tender Apollonian dawn.I philosophize about wings of hawk or king – sparrow.In amazing grove at the Blue Hours – was born here a fawn.You should adore as well as praise charm such…