Poetry
By: Gary Van Haas How Noble Are We… Who move our brothers & sisters to battle, Bone, blood and flesh lay ridden o’er the fields. How Noble Are We… To live in conjecture and false premise, allowing blackened politicians rule…
Fiction
By: Gary Van Haas And Mars the God of War awoke from his slumber sensing the impending doom, and gazed grimly at the blood-red sunset descending over scorched earth where a chilling wind howled through bowed grass over the Tunisian…
Poetry
By: Lorna Wood Now when I wake up and see the sun, relentlessly bright on the leaves, it glares a threat as I remember. When I write, I must ask myself, Will this help? When I play music, the same. When…
Poetry
By: Rob Chirico My books on magic? The Waite, the Yeats, the Blavatsky? All gone. After all, what is magic but the art of making things disappear. My feat was not art of artifice, it was truth. And, truth be told,…
Books ReviewsFiction
By CJ Vermote April 2016 Steve – Today is a very exciting day. As I stand here looking out of the window watching cars drive by, going here or there, none of them are important…only she matters. Thankfully the sun…
Books ReviewsPoetry
This month marks the 70th anniversary of the death of Wolfgang Borchert, a young German writer who was seriously wounded in World War II then imprisoned for resistance activities. Physically destroyed, he lived only two years after the war. During…
Poetry
By: Adrian Slonaker Wolves should be snarlingly brutal, not pining meekly for your meaty feet shod with Earth shoes. Wolf-tails shouldn’t wag when wolf-ears are stroked by your bloodstone- and onyx-ringed fingers. Wolves should display dominance, not yielding to tameness when…
Poetry
By: Adrian Slonaker Peering at a prosaic painting on the ceiling, I want to tap my digits to Dusty Springfield while I’m on my back, and my chompers get scraped to panda-eyed pathos. The chanteuse wants to stay awhile, but months…
Fiction
By: Eliza Mimski I met my partner at a Fourth of July party given by a friend. He was tall and good-looking and we enjoyed talking to each other. Both of us got off on knowing little factoids about our city…












