Poem: Psych Ward

By: Claire Scott They say a place of healing They say for your own good Doctors with white coats flapping, Starched storks armed with prescription pads like flight attendants. Coffee, tea, wine? Zyprexa, […]

Story: Leila

By: Bob Kalkreuter   Sometimes I think about my life before Cedar Springs. Before Leila. Before all hell broke loose. Although I’ve only been gone a month, it seems like forever. Like […]

Poem: Les Mots that I lack

By: Desirée Jung Quando aprendi a falar estrangeiro I was amazed by the strangeness Inhabiting my corpo, inside me. As palavras take emotions That search and do not find. São suspiros ininterruptos Surfacing […]

Poem: Snow Falling

By: Duane L. Herrmann Each perfect star – six points miniature perfection uncreateable by hands multitudinous abundance and every one unique, absorbs all sound as they float down blanketing the sounds and […]

Poem: Sitting Time

By: Duane L. Herrmann Desperate relief lifetimes of stress, six decades of hell, numblingly welcome to simply sit, and do nothing. So the man sits in blessed relief; sitting, simply sitting: no objective, […]