It has come to our attention that the poems “Renovation,” “Fishing with Bill,” and “Dislocated,” published under the name John Kucera, were plagiarized. These poems were published through The River … Continue Reading In Regards to Plagiarism
My Babe – Little Walter Many who know me only tertiarily know me as the Harmonica Man. I spent the bulk of last year carrying around at least one harp … Continue Reading Don’t Stand No Foolin’
By John Tustin You told me not to die but I didn’t want to listen to you – I wanted to die right there and then or even during that … Continue Reading DON’T DIE
By Claudia Wysocky When it begins to sink— When it pains me to believe that something won’t change even though you try, And all your words mean nothing all these … Continue Reading Thoughts on Cars?
By Morgan Neering A woman filled with the joy of living returns home puts her keys on the table receipts from the store, puts the bills in a bowl there, … Continue Reading On the Kitchen Table
By George Wehrfritz Is it appropriate to call this a situation? Interfacing within parameters you freely selected, conversing at your behest about events in the little city which – although … Continue Reading A Very Barthelme Christmas
By W. Peter Collins I stood by the glass case that held Carla’s creations. Tall with a dark stained wood frame, the case stood impassively, like a sentry at the … Continue Reading Treasures in Exile
By Anne Whitehouse I The Moai It’s a miracle they are here at all, on a solitary island surrounded by ocean, thousands of miles from anywhere, with a volcanic crater … Continue Reading Burnt Statues
By Valerie Nichols I had lost my son. The water reflected this back at me. Here I was in the most beautiful, most famous garden in the world. Giverny. Soft, … Continue Reading Monet’s Garden
By David A. Goodrum Across from ripped-up tracks where trains no longer echo collapsed shacks retain ghosts of exhausted bodies. Under a broken and grey caved-in roof beneath overcast sky … Continue Reading Abandoned Dreams
By Charles Weld Twelve by fourteen feet, five windows, and a shed roof. For heat—a stove piped into a brick chimney. Outside—matched boards—clay color with chocolate trim. Within—bare wood, no … Continue Reading Ricketson’s Shanty
By Seth Copeland Flood Season cornflowers & firewheels dip in the wind before a flash flood every time we dream of leaving this place it tries to drown us river … Continue Reading Flood Season, Saint Christopher, and Mid-October Haibun
By Sevde Kaldiroglu Sometimes You have a way of making men fall in love with you think God brought you to life to bring light to people’s lives You look … Continue Reading Maneater and other names they call you by
By Anna Heneise EXT. BACKYARD, MID AFTERNOON 1 An old two story Victorian style house bakes in the sun. The back porch is concrete, with a screen door, both very … Continue Reading Bath Time
By Travis Park I stared out the window with dead eyes. Rabbits jump in the trees springing like dead leaves. The ocean is in the view of my rearview mirror. … Continue Reading Sunsets Over
By Miriam Manglani None were worth writing about. Many in my college days were tall.One was a body builderwith pale skin and marbled veinswho ate twelve egg whites for breakfast.We … Continue Reading Boyfriends, a History