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By: Jerry Mullins  Well just about everybody has heard that old saying, “Nervous as the town whore at a church picnic”. Now I can tell you about that, because it happened to me. I know all about that situation. I…

Poetry

By: Sudeep Adhikari The garden of lovelorn mist flowers the airy spaceships made of stainless steel and a pocketful of silver, mixed with few multiverses of cobalt blue. I saw UFOs of weird shapes hanging on the ether like the…

Poetry

By: Sudeep Adhikari Solitary, stoic silent and stoned a god stands tall with his fractal emptiness; green, saffron and vermillion red melting on his mighty chest while the sleep-walking witch sways in aqueous ecstasy her silty mist of lust and love pervades the effulgent infinity of…

Poetry

By: Chuck Orloski Charlie, Delilah Mae Glutz, and me Prologue: Tabloid excitement prevails throughout America, for example, the times when an aging star, a businessman, or more often a politician, jilts a time worn wife for the sexual delights of a…

Poetry

By: Rachel Schmieder-Gropen I tell her I love her and she does not call me cute. She says I am brave, says I am kind, refuses to boil me down into a shiny pink pill ripe for forgetting. This, I think,…

Poetry

By: Rachel Schmieder-Gropen Sandals torn loose. Feet slipping over sharp stones. Frozen seaweed hanging heavy in my nose. Sea-road, cave-dark, flashing with the firefly lights of fish scales and torches burning low. Behind me, fire, violence, cries; above me, still saltwater…

Poetry

By: Susan Speranza I wish I could fly back, back through time And, cell by cell, unmake myself. Before my father’s eye held hers in a lifelong promise, Before that smile graced my mother’s lips. Before the kiss and their…

Poetry

By: Denny E. Marshall Board time machine to greatest show Beginning, too watch the big bang Plus view remnants of afterglow Board time machine to greatest show Seats to far away to spot glow As creations first doorbell rang Board time…

Poetry

By: Denny E. Marshall Roar of the lion Locked inside the pen Drips of tears like paint Peel away after time Layer after layer Rains deep from the sky Neither clear outside Nor a single cloud Choice of few words Or…

Poetry

By: Denny E. Marshall Dimension earth is in At best, a wild guess Place molecules touch land Binding shuffle of long draw Would lucks face change If wheel stops on seven Secrets universes hand holds One day to unfold in pairs