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One of the Many Reasons I Miss YouPoetry

One of the Many Reasons I Miss You

Mike CasettaJuly 7, 2024

The backyard is humming with honey bees. The photinia hedge is a mass of clustered, tiny, white flowers. If you were here, I’d tease…

Martyr MusicalCreative Non-Fiction

Martyr Musical

Davey DoJuly 4, 2024

Abraham Lincoln, perhaps the country's greatest president, could be termed a martyr, and yet there's an old one liner bit of humor about his…

EARTH LAGPoetry

EARTH LAG

Daniel J. Flore IIIJuly 3, 2024

9:00 am flight arrives at an ungodly time 2 hours behind. jet lag. earth lag. got to my hotel room but the card doesn’t…

Mom CalledPoetry

Mom Called

Sara ClancyJuly 1, 2024

The breeze I ignored up in the attic is a dust devil dancing down the stairs a swirl of intent heading havoc to the…

JAWIN’ WITH THE WINDPoetry

JAWIN’ WITH THE WIND

Daniel J. Flore IIIJune 29, 2024

jawin’ with the wind I just said I love you to her but was talkin’ to someone else the wind knows that blowin’ me…

Very Best MotherFiction

Very Best Mother

Kaci Skiles LawsJune 28, 2024

Dear Imaginary Daughter, You will be a horrible mother. I will inform you when you’re thirteen, the ripe age for making babies, because you’re…

BereavedFiction

Bereaved

Kaci Skiles LawsJune 18, 2024

My son Silas’s grief came as sleepwalking. It also came as nosebleeds. Fine one minute and the next screaming under a faucet of blood.…

Last Word Dressed in a Gray SuitFiction

Last Word Dressed in a Gray Suit

Akeith WaltersJune 14, 2024

We, the children, left our long shadows of childhood behind like rain-faded chalk on the sidewalk. The cement became root-buckled and uneven as we…

SparksPoetry

Sparks

Elina GhanbariJune 11, 2024

Abstract Expressionism | 21 × 29 Cm | On Paper | 2024 Material: Acrylic, Gouache

Love Springs from Descendants of the Personal AdNon-fiction

Love Springs from Descendants of the Personal Ad

Kay ElewskiJune 8, 2024

When my thirty-year-old nephew told me he had, after a heart rending break up, begun to see some of the women he was meeting…

Birds of FloridaPoetry, Poetry

Birds of Florida

Bob BradshawMay 31, 2024

   As kids we saw    hundreds of brown pelicans    on pilings    asleep like students    at a lecture.    Wading through Crystal Springs,    we found fossils:…

Day 98449509735209Non-fiction

Day 98449509735209

Robert (Stastny)May 25, 2024

Journal, today was a long day. I woke up before four in the morning, which, even by spiritual-practice standards, is not normal. My neck…