By: Nick Sweeney ‘I treasure your letters,’ he read. ‘I hear your pen scratch the page, see you walking to the post. This chain of events cuts through logic to crystal clear […]
Story: The Stone
Story: The Sun Dance
By: Mark Kodama It was the summer of 1876. The great white father was demanding that we sell our land to them – land that was not ours to sell – and […]
Poem: In the middle
By Alan Berger In the middle of the night At the tail end of another tales thought flight I remembered I line That made me give back all the lines of advices […]
Poem: Last Dance
By Michael Mogel An ancient rhythm a ritual that defies time like dancing the Argentine Tango. A frozen face like a mask hiding the fear of death. The touch of another invading […]
Poems: ‘A Late Quartet of Beethoven’ n ‘The Music Teacher’
By: Carl Parsons A Late Quartet of Beethoven Old men were playing a late quartet of Beethoven and resonant wood throbbed in ancient hands and skeletal fingers rubbed the music’s body like […]
Review: ‘Visits and Other Passages’ by Carol Smallwood
By: Ronald Primeau Visits and Other Passages by Carol Smallwood, Marquis Lifetime Achievement AwardWinner. Georgetown, Kentucky: Finishing Line Press, 2019. 115 pages, $18.99. In her latest of over sixty books,the prolific Carol […]
‘Herdsmen stick together’ and other poems by Ruth Z. Deming
By: Ruth Z. Deming HERDSMEN STICK TOGETHER Chillingly cold I stand at front door at midnight my forehead seeming to freeze Clouds like huge grey curls roil about the sky in silent […]
A view from the top
By: Alan Berger I had the top bunk in jail. It wasn’t lonely at the top, or at the bottom in any of the bunks in dorm A. One of the most […]
‘The Little League Game’ and other poems by Linnea Cooley
By: Linnea Cooley The Little League Game At the little league game, when a man (a parent from the opposing team) stands with his fingers curled through the chain link fence and […]
‘A Couple’ and other poems by John Grey
By: John Grey A COUPLE We’re a couple. There’s been this path from you and me to us that we both willingly took. Now nothing is one us or the other. We’ve […]
