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Through the bonfire smokePoetry

Through the bonfire smoke

Ken TomaroOctober 31, 2022

we camped out in a friend’s backyard surrounded by nothing but cornfields and neighboring yards that stretched for miles a bonfire lit the pitch-black…

IntoxicationPoetry

Intoxication

Alyssa TanafrancaOctober 30, 2022

You're the poison I'd rather not Seek an antidote for Every pill That kills the cells In my veins pains But I'd rather risk…

.two houses.Art, Poetry

.two houses.

Sonja Benskin MesherOctober 28, 2022

small village, mayhap a hamlet, named, one forgets the rules with all that has happened. nice to be out, to see the neighbors’ houses,…

InstinctPoetry

Instinct

Sara ClancyOctober 28, 2022

The hammock is hung between aspen and oak which means one day logic will flutter its pretty fingers and fall on its head. Our…

Calm enoughPoetry

Calm enough

Ken TomaroOctober 28, 2022

I’m floating on an inner tube in the middle of Lake Erie miles away from the shore where no man should be floating on…

National Geographic and the Political LandscapePoetry

National Geographic and the Political Landscape

Obed LadinyOctober 28, 2022

Ancient Rome became like that alligator with its mouth open wide, swinging east and west at a pack of lions surrounding it near waters.…

Walking The CirclePoetry

Walking The Circle

Tom StrongOctober 26, 2022

deciding to get started I left the destination arriving when it all looked familiar but, this time, recognizing everything I missed

unceremoniouslyPoetry

unceremoniously

Michael AckerOctober 26, 2022

a dear friend recently died unexpectedly voluntarily taking with him some of our pain and most of the answers leaving us with all the…

VACANCYPoetry

VACANCY

Daniel J. Flore IIIOctober 26, 2022

the night is wide open legs a woman on the bed with tarantula calves a wine bottle on the dresser with your conscience

Today when the day endsFiction

Today when the day ends

Robert (Stastny)October 24, 2022

Oh, the silliness continues, the messages keep coming, and the receiver keeps reading them, and reading stories written long ago A shop in a…

E. E. DickinsonPoetry

E. E. Dickinson

Sharon BartsheOctober 24, 2022

I wrote and wrote prolifically — But what’s a girl to do While sitting in her room all day When visitors are few. Because…

GLIMPSES OF MY MOM AND ME AFTER THE DIVORCE, 1988Poetry

GLIMPSES OF MY MOM AND ME AFTER THE DIVORCE, 1988

Daniel J. Flore IIIOctober 24, 2022

my mom looks at me like "what do I do?' I am only 11 years old my mom- fun as a bag of Doritos…