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BREAKFAST ALFRESCOPoetry

BREAKFAST ALFRESCO

Daniel J. Flore IIIFebruary 14, 2024

the sun was out looking like the butter on my French toast

AbscissionPoetry

Abscission

Tom StrongFebruary 13, 2024

autumn reminds me creation comes home that death is not a separation life is

MetazurePoetry

Metazure

HughLemmaFebruary 10, 2024

My wristwatch checks me for the time, my verse expects a metered rhyme; my wallet hits me up for loans, my secrets beg to…

In a ForestPoetry

In a Forest

Sherry CassellsFebruary 9, 2024

If a tree falls the question goes and no one is around to hear it does it make a sound but no one is…

If I Should DieFiction

If I Should Die

Kaci Skiles LawsFebruary 8, 2024

The musty shed with the slanted roof collects rot like the Blair Witch collects teeth. Inside it there are two freezers, one that buzzes,…

Salsa with DoubtPoetry

Salsa with Doubt

Jay GandhiFebruary 7, 2024

(I) Ten minutes into the shower, I fail to recall if I have applied a body wash & rinsed— I just check the armpit…

Morning VisitPoetry

Morning Visit

Peter CashoraliFebruary 6, 2024

He was at the breakfast table, Sunlight angled through the window, And I said, “I haven’t seen you In so long. Where have you…

I Got BatsFiction

I Got Bats

Sherry CassellsFebruary 5, 2024

Every so often – such a vague beginning I know but stick with me – every so often Marty calls me on the telephone,…

Jack Struggles with an EquationFiction

Jack Struggles with an Equation

Cameron McClureFebruary 4, 2024

Jack was tired of endless approximations; he couldn’t quite pin down the things that seemed important —god, explanations, love, even life itself. Nothing was…

THE RUSTY WHITE PICK UPPoetry

THE RUSTY WHITE PICK UP

Daniel J. Flore IIIFebruary 3, 2024

I saw a rusty white truck go by he had branches in the bed and I wished I was riding with him I’ll call…

SnowfireFiction

Snowfire

Cameron McClureFebruary 1, 2024

All day we laboured under the threat of rain: faced hedges with a slasher, cut weeds with a scythe, mended gaps in fences, shovelled…

A face of regal splendorFiction

A face of regal splendor

Nathalie SpaansJanuary 31, 2024

In the sleeper class from Pune to Aurangabad I sat across from a man. Next to him, on his bag, a book with ducks…