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VisionariesPoetry

Visionaries

Michael AckerMay 15, 2019

One night, as they stood outside their cave, the stink of smoked leaves and urine still choking their breath, they had visions of mushroom…

ApocalypsisPoetry

Apocalypsis

Maria MazzengaMay 13, 2019

On the last day a homeless man offered a woman with a briefcase a lecture on living                                 & she listened & the man with…

Tax ReturnsPoetry

Tax Returns

Tom RiordanMay 12, 2019

The IRS said: By law we are prohibited from releasing hatchling barracudas hiphop trains into the tunnel Screw’s censored 2013 wall calendar footage from…

Let’s have sex on my birthdayPoetry

Let’s have sex on my birthday

Cheryl LeveretteMay 10, 2019

Sometimes a discussion helps. Sometimes it doesn't. It won't hurt to give it a try. I could lose those 10 stubborn pounds. You could…

The HawkPoetry

The Hawk

Ann KammererMay 8, 2019

Standing on a stump, he talked of Peru and the mountains that pierce violet clouds. I am the hawk. Watch me soar. He spread…

Lunch DatePoetry

Lunch Date

Sara ClancyMay 7, 2019

The first thing I noticed about the golden eagle​ perched in our dead acacia tree was its shadow falling over mine like a pall.…

A Cowboy in Therapy
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A Cowboy in Therapy

Mike CasettaMay 6, 2019

I worked hard to callous my hands so I could touch her. I worked hard to strengthen my arms so I could hold her.…

Neither Nature nor NurturePoetry

Neither Nature nor Nurture

Tom RiordanMay 4, 2019

A wallow started by the hippos is the haunt of warthogs now. The sounder’s trine of little pigs raise holy heaven, godly grunts as…

Just RestPoetry

Just Rest

Lance JencksMay 3, 2019

The reason for writing will come. Birds will peck at the lime outside your door. The solid gray density of fall along the coast…

Jesus Visits the Central Bus StationCreative Non-Fiction, Photography

Jesus Visits the Central Bus Station

Daniel BeaudoinMay 1, 2019

I feel a pull at my trouser leg while I wait for the light to turn green. I glance down to my right and…

Swan DiverPoetry

Swan Diver

Ann KammererApril 30, 2019

She started taking small steps that grew longer until she reached the end and bounced her sleek body rising as she arced her arms…

Quiet BabyPoetry

Quiet Baby

Ann KammererMarch 10, 2019

He worked as a framer, sawing and nailing rough-hewn boards for rooms made of drywall, climbing ladders until he blew out his knees. We…