To Be Held By Someone At Night
By Sam Hendrian Getting up and getting dressed Is easy enough Even when the rain Suggests more pain than gain. But midway through the third act When the sun goes … Continue Reading To Be Held By Someone At Night
February Light
By Lavinia Liang The problem with New York is you / think you’ve made it before you’ve / made it. The problem with me is I / can’t keep it … Continue Reading February Light
God of Falling Fruit
By Lavinia Liang A nut fell from the sky straight into my teacup. There’s something Newtonian about that, said my companion across the table. I could wash windows with the … Continue Reading God of Falling Fruit
Grange Falls
By Lavinia Liang was not a true waterfall, but then again— a bridge for cars, a white clapboard house, steep gravel paths down to where the rocks formed a tent … Continue Reading Grange Falls
Helplessly Frantically Hopefully or trip to the zoo
By david woodward Voidness cannot injure voidness. ―Tibetan Book of the Dead i. decide to some the conscience that knows its un-conscious is so much more conscious― … Continue Reading Helplessly Frantically Hopefully or trip to the zoo
Rain Smell
By Diane Webster Like a horse lifting its head to strengthen the smell into its nostrils I declare, “It smells like rain.” Clouds tease darker, lighter; flex muscles, lounge under … Continue Reading Rain Smell
Mute Puppet
By Diane Webster The man stares at me with mute puppet comprehension — blinking eyes betray the only life inside. I want to fold him inside his coffin suitcase, let … Continue Reading Mute Puppet
Tyranny on TV– and More!
By James Croal Jackson What, you wanna rule oceans of plastic? This life is life, I guess, gray loam wind swirling, birds screaming endlessly through the A.M. Hospitals are rampant … Continue Reading Tyranny on TV– and More!
Houses on the Ocean
By Allison Phillips Do you think if we figured out how to build houses on the ocean we would? Raze the next line of trees tear the homes … Continue Reading Houses on the Ocean
For My Rose and All Its Thorns
by Emily Kruger Like all the good things gone before you went the way of wind. In the yard, years ago my father and his father too. The rose bloomed … Continue Reading For My Rose and All Its Thorns
Is Your Fridge Listening to Us?
by Finn Robinson Sorry for even mentioning this — but do you hear that zigzagging scraping sound in the corner? That old-milk-flavored crypt. Do you hear it listening? Churning coils … Continue Reading Is Your Fridge Listening to Us?
Love
by Travis Frechette As the sun goes down at the end of the day We laugh and sing until we can see the stars This is what makes our love … Continue Reading Love
Mary’s Mart
by Ken Wuetcher Catholic guilt, as a child it ate me up, no different on this night. It seized hold of me like a nun pulling my earlobe. What had … Continue Reading Mary’s Mart
No Singing
by Ken Wuetcher The sun blazed. The Ohio River Motionless. I grabbed my BB gun headed for the creek to hunt dragonflies. Looked up into the blue sky, I saw … Continue Reading No Singing
Old Route 32
by Martin Indars The name of Old Route 32 has changed. The rest remains mainly the same. The road’s repaved every now and again. Then the cracks come back; the … Continue Reading Old Route 32
It can be simple as
by Marc Swan sweeping the front porch in early summer after rain has blown in leaves and debris and you bang your head on a metal gong swinging loosely over … Continue Reading It can be simple as