By: J. Cassidy Hawthorne For Teddy I remember my first day. It was cold as Hell. It was the kind of cold where each thought you had was interrupted by another, single thought: it’s cold. I thought my nipples were going…

By Mark Kodama I.          The Walk             I am ill.  I have stage 2 bone marrow cancer and diabetes 2.  So my doctors told me I needed to take more walks, get more exercise.  So this morning I took a…

By: Jeff Watkins Wearing only scanty panties, Corporal Rochana Toch (a female Cambodian emigrant who looks like a skinny prepubescent girl) seductively, sinuously sways toward Corporal Daniel Selnick, murmuring, “Me so horny. Me give you beaucoup suckee fuckee.”  An expression…

By: Jeff Watkins “You have a beautiful baby boy, Miss Selnick. You can hold him for a while, and then we’ll get him all cleaned up.” “No. I don’t want to hold him. He’s so icky! His ears—he has black…

By Mark Kodama (Inspired by “A Taste of Friendship” by Shawn KlimekAnd used with his permission.) I.          The Condo             It was the greatest birthday party ever: raucous singing, lunatic dancing, and heavy drinking. Hermann, the neighbor below me, repeatedly…

By: Alan Berger A lot can happen overnightContinue again and make it right I could come over thereYou could come over hereWill not be meeting in the middleThe middle disappeared You may go to bed a loserDreaming of gone loversThe…

By: Alan Ford A hotel lobbyinhabited by solitudeimpersonal arrivals, nameless departuresa clock stops as time passes no one communicatesjust unsigned promises,broken words no one speaksonly spirits listen woman in a windowroom unfurnished by loveunrequited and unrestoredas blinds of life unroll…

By Rehema Kasanga Today we celebrate woman and freedoms she currently has.As she’s free to be her true self in this day and age. the self we recognize.the self we have shaped and forced her to become over decades of…

By: Ruth Z. Deming My word! How could we have gotten so old? Most of us are eighty years old. Yet we have our annual trip to Marlene’s cabin in the deep woods of New Jersey. I woke up early….

By: Ali Grimshaw Course of Action In the next week of tomorrowsthree months planned processthird Wednesday penned. Your proposal for this daythe one you think is comingneatly folded, in its unopened box. Morning coffee in hand whenthe unimaginable drops. Limbs…