By: Kristina England no one likes a prophet. My father keeps thinking he’ll die, dreamt himself gone long ago, says forty five, fifty then sixty three, the years dancing around his father’s grave, etchings young on that stone, the grandfather I…

By: Chuck Orloski At annual Game of Low Thrones Awards, large and star power tarantulas awarded me the nick name, Little Tarantula. Without Peter Dinklage famous looks and minus five 0′ clock shadow fur, I was born a midget, short changed…

By: Zola Gonzalez-Macarambon Some guy I was dating casually slipped you into the conversation one time, we were drinking yet again one night. The same shirt, he was wearing, the same one I complimented off-hand. So maybe he really liked me….

Title: My mother in America emails instructions to the artist for a portrait of her mother, now 85 and with Alzheimers By: Zola Gonzalez-Macarambon What I remember, what I want her to remember … what you can work with are these:…

By: JD DeHart The days of superheroes in comic books are far from over, judging from the popular films that are being released en masse, but longer comic book works called graphic novels are not just about super-powered people in tights….

By: Sri Ram The midnight looked ignited with slight snow outside, yet, Penelope could not sleep on her cot. She tried music for some time, Stephen King for some more, rose up from bed and walked within the four walls,…

By: Raymond Greiner Jim Fletcher has been an archeological researcher for twenty years, sponsored by university grants and government funded research teams. His office is in his home. His laboratory is strewn with artifacts, and a variety of ancient stone…

(11 Bravo, A.I.T, Fort Polk, LA, November 1970) By: Chuck Orloski On bivouac in Kisatchie National Forest, a wild combat veteran Drill Sergeant promised the grunts, “No rain coming tonight, so no need for you m-fuckers to pitch tents! Just get…

By: Merl Bone Springtime is Here It was a time for things to come to life After a long, dormant winter. Everybody was filled with strife, Just like a festered splinter. The buds of flowers came out, Everything was bursting with…

By: Chuck Orloski Tilling time, a frail farmer’s pitch fork plunged deeply into dark European soil. Terrified, and to avoid harm, 100 earthworms burrowed to safety. It was never a good time to be a worm, and only one indolent…