By Mark Kodama I. The Poker Game I try not to think about what happened that day at Afton Canyon. Nobody here in Hadleysville ever talks about it. But today is the anniversary of the events. I am sure it…
By: Christine Bolton END Evening touches the last light Before it covers in its darkness My heart swathed in mourning threads and face immobilized in hardness In the end they say it is black This must surely be where I…
By: Eric Burbridge Being born and raised in this state I’ve seen the worst criminals sit in their cells awaiting execution in surroundings that half the world would envy. These individuals are the worse of the worse, the vermin who…
By: James Bates We were walking home at sunset from the neighborhood rink, skates swings from the blades of our hockey sticks. Little Eddie was eight years old, younger than me by three years and smaller by a head and…
By: Elryn Westerfield Fallible I am fallible, Fall-able; I am my musings, imitations, Mutations; I am an imposter, Postulator. I hand out my lily Lies, As plucked petals of fiction, Not to deceive To swindle or misinform – but… To…
By: Mark Kodama Each step creaked as he ascended the stairs. His footsteps were light on the carpet. The door knob to her bedroom clicked. He lifted her thick cotton comforter and slipped into her bed. The mattress sagged and…
By: Annapurani Vaidyanathan That at home or away, I’m always bound by rules. That, I don’t have the privilege to choose. That, I will always be judged, whether I win my battles or lose. That, to muster the courage to…
By: Ken W Simpson Apathy You can tell an America the truth but you can’t make it think. The Fake Race An elephant in every room smoke and mirrors and clowns dressed as candidates for the presidency of Wall Street….
By: Rex Chilcote Early Morning It’s early in the morning when the only sounds you hear are the hum of the refrigerator and the stray car going down the road. If you are quite, you can hear the divine. Other…
By: Alan Berger It looks like someoneBeen chewing on my noseToo much sunAnd coke I supposeWhere I left my keysWho the Hell knowns?My pants are to bigFor my prick and my assGlass half empty or half fullWhat glass are you…
