By: David Lohrey When you get to be my age, you begin to put things into categories, make lists, sort people and things by a smaller and smaller set of variables: good and […]
Story: Nostalgia Is Not a Rumor
Poem: Obsolete
By: Clay Marcus Cosue Remember the bully who made fun of you all the misery he gave you I tell you eleven years from now, give him the southpaw You hated those mile […]
A Girl That Loves, Loves, Loves
By: Linda M. Crate Music moves me. I think it moves all of us. There’s just something in the poetry of words sung out loud to the chorus of a beat or […]
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