Monthly Archives: September 2011
Two Poems by by Yvette Managan
Days That Pass Days pass, funny little conversations, we talk across wire and time and each other. I laugh. You say those same words again and again. Unkempt and forgiven, the night passes between us alone. Winds bluster through houses,
Two Poems by by Yvette Managan
Days That Pass Days pass, funny little conversations, we talk across wire and time and each other. I laugh. You say those same words again and again. Unkempt and forgiven, the night passes between us alone. Winds bluster through houses,
“Second Act” by Janet Yung
Because they’d been together long enough to communicate without saying a word, Violet sensed the unspoken question forming in his mind as he hid behind the rustling of the front page of the morning paper. “When will your enterprise begin
“Second Act” by Janet Yung
Because they’d been together long enough to communicate without saying a word, Violet sensed the unspoken question forming in his mind as he hid behind the rustling of the front page of the morning paper. “When will your enterprise begin
“Bitter Bones” by Ken Sieben
When I spot Trudy Darby at the top of the stairs to The Mermaid’s Tail, I can tell she’s worried about something. I’ve known her since she was sixteen. “Good afternoon, Fred,” she says, in a voice loud enough to tell
“Bitter Bones” by Ken Sieben
When I spot Trudy Darby at the top of the stairs to The Mermaid’s Tail, I can tell she’s worried about something. I’ve known her since she was sixteen. “Good afternoon, Fred,” she says, in a voice loud enough to tell
Three Poems by Richard Fein
PRISONER BRAINTEASER PUZZLES In brainteasers there are no courts or pardon boards. Always the verdict is rendered but not yet executed. Clemency is granted not on how justice balances against evil committed but on knowing which color hat is worn
Three Poems by Richard Fein
PRISONER BRAINTEASER PUZZLES In brainteasers there are no courts or pardon boards. Always the verdict is rendered but not yet executed. Clemency is granted not on how justice balances against evil committed but on knowing which color hat is worn
“Lukewarm” by Alex Branson
I could wear the gray pleated slacks (with that bizarre, stain resistant feature where the liquid beads right off of your pants) with the light purple button-up (fitted) and the black shoes with a black belt but that would essentially
“Lukewarm” by Alex Branson
I could wear the gray pleated slacks (with that bizarre, stain resistant feature where the liquid beads right off of your pants) with the light purple button-up (fitted) and the black shoes with a black belt but that would essentially
Two Poems by Kevin Ridgeway
Television Glow Your tears are on tap at any film from the hydrogenated trite rolling out in designer packages from the Hollywood meat factories to black and white claptrap shakily rolling from a student’s palm on the streets of Brooklyn
Two Poems by Kevin Ridgeway
Television Glow Your tears are on tap at any film from the hydrogenated trite rolling out in designer packages from the Hollywood meat factories to black and white claptrap shakily rolling from a student’s palm on the streets of Brooklyn
Two Poems by Letson Williams
i haven’t got the courage yet unraveling one by one you said and i think i know what you meant i’m trying not to unravel and wishoping that if i do it would at least be for atypical reasons but
Two Poems by Letson Williams
i haven’t got the courage yet unraveling one by one you said and i think i know what you meant i’m trying not to unravel and wishoping that if i do it would at least be for atypical reasons but
Two Poems by Patrick Riedy
i wonder if with love would be at the bottom of every letter we empty the box re-enacting the pattern of migrating birds across the living room floor we never worry about cleaning up sometimes i believe it
Two Poems by Patrick Riedy
i wonder if with love would be at the bottom of every letter we empty the box re-enacting the pattern of migrating birds across the living room floor we never worry about cleaning up sometimes i believe it
“The Advertiser” by Jan Wiezorek
Assyrian bas-relief sculptures faced him throughout the day whenever he twisted his neck to view them. But he never seemed to understand what they meant and why he admired them so. Just when he attempted to give them his all,
“The Advertiser” by Jan Wiezorek
Assyrian bas-relief sculptures faced him throughout the day whenever he twisted his neck to view them. But he never seemed to understand what they meant and why he admired them so. Just when he attempted to give them his all,
Three Poems by Valentina Cano
Church Details of a place have knotted like roots in my hair. I can’t shake them off. A stone wall that bore a face as empty as the eye watching it. A roof hammered by birds’ beaks and termites snouts.
Three Poems by Valentina Cano
Church Details of a place have knotted like roots in my hair. I can’t shake them off. A stone wall that bore a face as empty as the eye watching it. A roof hammered by birds’ beaks and termites snouts.
