By: Miss Jenny “Honey, fetch all my shirts from mom”, said dad packing up his things. “Dad I don’t want you to go. Please stay with me. I need your support. Please […]
Story: ‘My Trampled Rose’
Story: The Art of the Deal South of Pinos Altos
By: Nadine Lockhart Jenny swerves into the Enchanted Villas, a small plot of land and what looked like outbuildings just north of Silver City, New Mexico, owned by a homely woman and […]
Keep On Rockin’
By William T. Hathaway From the Book RADICAL PEACE: People Refusing War RADICAL PEACE is a collection of reports from peace activists in the USA, Europe, Iraq, and Afghanistan. An American […]
Poem: Matrix
By: JD DeHart We should develop a matrix The business suit declares It is pristine white and unmarked Swiveling a chair half-circle Trying on the word matrix Like a new misunderstood hat.
Poem: Garnet
By: JD DeHart We talked hours about Native American life Because I wanted to be one I had a whole book She even unearthed obsidian Arrowheads and gave it to me It […]
Poem: Nabokovian
By: JD DeHart The first time I met Nabokov I only wanted to read him because I knew Lolita was tawdry, a reason Steeped in juvenile thought Quickly, I saw the poetic […]
Story: Life can be perfect
By: Reese Scott They weren’t anyone anymore. They were just still here. They didn’t expect very much. Because there was nothing to expect. This is where they lived. Jane. 52 years […]
Poem: Rented Bodies
By: Aditi Angiras It arrived in its rented bodies unannounced as usual. I was on the flip-side, hanging out memories like white linen, drying out in the sun. Summers almost gone lips parched […]
Poem: Bell Jars
By: Aditi Angiras Alone and lonely, simultaneously. It’s like a double or a shot whiskey on the rocks, elixir from the top. Each year, depression kills more love than people. All I want […]
Poem: Riverside Park
By: Milt Montague long skinny fingers grasping for something reaching up, up to the clouds while anchored firmly in the earth crowded together for mutual support limbs once covered by leaves, now […]
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