LOUD MUSIC By Leslie Tucker
LOUD MUSICby Leslie Tucker
He is mournful and scornful, bellowing about love in vain, alternating a velvet baritone with a nasal whine. Thick, damp hair flops at his shoulders....
PERCY SHELLEY’S POETRY By Matthew Ross
PERCY SHELLEY’S POETRYby Matthew Ross
Non-Linear Temporality and Causality, Trans-Dimensional Space, and the Struggle to Grasp it All; Percy Bysshe Shelley, a Pioneer
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THE CUT DOWN By Dalton Bryan Monk
THE CUT DOWNBy Dalton Bryan Monk
Duane Bryan Monk has no idea I’ve written this, and I intend to keep it that way. I wasn’t told that I had to...
THE TROUBLE WITH GERRY By Christopher Harris
THE TROUBLE WITH GERRYby Christopher Harris In 1964 my thirty-one-year-old brother Gerry cut himself off from our family. I was 19. I’ve never come to terms with his disappearance. Many times I’ve thought...
DANCING WITH MY MOTHER By Nancy Nau Sullivan
DANCING WITH MY MOTHER
by Nancy Nau Sullivan
My mother left me for three months with my Aunt Margaret when I was a newborn. She went to...
THE LOSS OF HER By Kimberly McElreath
THE LOSS OF HERBy Kimberly McElreath
That Wednesday started with a pink pig pancake pajama party. In Kindergarten, getting a new weekly letter means a lot. It’s another step...
TRAINS by Donna Stramella
TRAINSBy Donna Koros Stramella
Growing up, we visited two houses on Christmas Eve. But we were only allowed to talk about one.After my dad arrived home from work, we...
A WOMAN’S PLACE by Janel Brubaker
A WOMAN’S PLACEby Janel BrubakerI was no older than twenty-five when I first felt the weight of what it means to be a woman defined by social norms and gender roles. I...
CRAIG By Shirley Palmerton
CRAIGby Shirley Palmerton
Have you ever felt yourself struggling to wake up and then find you are awake, the nightmare is true? I felt this way one hot summer’s...
THE EIGHTIES By Betty J. Sayles
THE EIGHTIESBy Betty J. Sayles
My son was a career Air Force man and while visiting me in northern Wisconsin, he saw 80 acres of woods, swamp and beaver...