By Russell Richardson “Did you fuck with my fruit?” my wife called through the open bathroom doorway. We had long ago abandoned the formality of shutting the door when doing our business. […]
Fruit Fight
Anti Voice
By: Hardeep Sabharwal If it is male Taunts will be focused on his caste, If he is heretical, questions will be made in the name of religion, If it is a female […]
‘As she moved’ and other poems
By: John P. Drudge As She Moved Time stilledWhen she walked acrossThe roomStopping his mindIn its tracksThe inverted maskOf his fearFalling to the groundAs she movedSeeing somethingReflected in her eyesPerhaps doubtA dreamRegretA […]
‘Howling’ and other poems
By Jon Carter peaceful nothing downtown sidewalkpeople walk bytalkingsmilingbrightignorant /happy teethunwilling to acknowledge that no easy thingslive in the chestand nothingmeaningfullivesout of it, beyond thema dying elm tree standsagainst the street,ideas like […]
First Full-Length Poetry Collection By Chapel Hill Poet Paul Jones Announced
“Poetry is a conversation between the present and the past with a hope for the future. A visitation with bards and griots, and a probe, like a wandering rocket, into parts yet […]
Connections
By: Kevin Criscione Like ghost ships passing in the night or dark-hued mountains in the distance, each call a portal to a different untouchable world into which I was only offered a […]
Parents’ Evening
By Mike Hickman “I’ve never understood why they call it parents’ evening,” Mr Driscoll said to his wife as the parents waited amongst the shards of the children’s achievements. “It’s not about […]
Dear Regular Yogurt
By: Todd Mercer Dear Regular Yogurt, The jig is up, the show’s over. You had a steady run that lasted a long generation or so. Now it falls to me to tell […]
My Baseball Card Collection
By Linda S. Gunther 1964. The Bronx. At 11 years old, I had a baseball card collection with over two hundred fifty trading cards I kept in an A&P grocery cardboard box […]
Secret Hand
By: Edward Wells One. Names, on the other hand, are precise, unambiguous; one might even say rigid, fixed, unalterable, certainly inelastic. They are not the same thing, however. In the upper right […]
Literary Yard 