By: Strider Marcus Jones I KNOW YOUR NOTES sat with you,reflections bondover the pondof summer solstice, and Mr Blueskywith eggy eyesubliminally sends Otis into ribbons and ripplesof hair and faces,through sensual tricklesin hidden places that glances bringon summer wind.i know…

By: J. D. Nelson marbles to lake a lake the wheel of the barren worldthe marching pow is the fangèd danger the galactic name of the forkthe brain of the knuckles the floral eyebrowthe scum radio the name of he…

By: Christine Naprava Canine Litmus I’ve owned dogs that have lasted longer than you and I.Dogs with nervous guts and singing skin,dogs with weight and dogs with ribs visible,dogs with teeth bared and dogs with teeth drowning in decay.Dogs born…

By: Bruce Levine Friday was only three days away, but to James Letang, it seemed like an eternity. Actually, to almost any nine-year-old, three days can seem like an eternity when they’re waiting for something to happen. In James’ case…

By: Christian Ward Cinema The first film I sawat the cinema was Mastersof the Universe with DolphLundgren and Frank Langella.I was seven and bored,wanting the minutesto scurry like mice. I startedpicturing a western insteadof the drab ‘80s movie:Saguaro cactuses intimidatinglike…

By Harrison Abbott I was in home economics class in high school and there was this scary, chronically angry teacher called Mrs Grierson whom we all had to respect, for some reason, despite her shouty aggressive ways. I was bad…

By: Karoline Wimmer “How do you identify? Do you feel more Austrian or more Indian?” my grandfather asked me last week during our family lunch. I had not anticipated this and was silent for a minute as I contemplated my…

By Frank Kowal       Less than one year after I had retired from a full-time teaching position in the New York City school system, the Covid-19 pandemic hit us.      But as 2020 progressed and the pandemic began to wane,…

By: David Pike Standing around,waiting for somethingto happen,used to beas exciting as it would getduring adolescent years,small town style. All the whilelife went onas it always did,with little to report,and days and weekswould driftinto something or other,or nought. But it’s…

By: Carl Papa Palmer a computer, dad like going to the libraryonly quickerwe can stay right here not a TV, a video monitorto watch what is typedview search results it can’t see you, dador hear youno need to whisper okay,…