MAN UP by Frank Modica
MAN UPby Frank Modica Man UpGood Catholic boys in button down shirtsand blue jeans fought on the school playground,rising and falling in the masculinity standings.This brutal competition snared everyone,large and small, Polish, Italian,or...
THE ALCHEMIST, GRASPING FOR MEANING by John Sweet
THE ALCHEMIST, GRASPING FOR MEANINGby John Sweet
incantation for the refused
the rumor of your death orthe lie that is your life
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A NEW BEGINNING by Elizabeth Jiménez Montelongo
A NEW BEGINNINGby Elizabeth Jiménez Montelongo A New Beginning Of my heartA missing piece.It hurt, it hurt,Oh, how it burned!How it cut—How it tore!But oh that was nothing…When you arrivedI felt it in my...
MORNING WATCH by Gene Stevenson
MORNING WATCHby Gene Stevenson A Cold HellA cold hell,fear between the neon,taxicab strangers,killers in trucks,the man around thecorner conceals aknife, like sin.A confrontation,in the hotel room,he & his desperation,thunderstorm-thoughts,battle fatigue,adrenalin the winner,no sleep...
OUROBOROS by Nathan Tluchowski
OUROBOROSby Nathan Tluchowski
Goodbye Words for the Dead Fella
while I was holler whisp’rinmy wake up midnight moansyou was wrapped up warmand tidy in your so...
INTEGRATION by C.S. Fuqua
INTEGRATIONby C.S. Fuqua The Last NailWonder,regret,disconnected phones,internet searches,discoveries and obituaries—coffinsand coffinsand coffins—so many coffinsnailed shutby outdated addressesbeside names ina 25-year-old address book. OldIShe was supposed to outlive him,but she gave up,left him alone,dependent on...
WHEREFORE ART THOU, MY LOVE by H.L. Dowless
WHEREFORE ART THOU, MY LOVEby H.L. Dowless
Dreamin’ Of Peaches In Moon Light
I was living in Renoin a hotel staring at the walls,thinking of the...
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MOM’S HAPPIEST CHILD by Patricia Feeney
MOM’S HAPPIEST CHILDby Patricia Feeney Mom’s Happiest Child“But Patty, you’re my happiest child.”My mother spoke with a dreamy smile,eyes lit, tiny glints in the darkened bedroom,the sanctuary of my ten-year-old self. She held...
BEFORE TOMORROW CAME by Carol Lynn Grellas
BEFORE TOMORROW CAMEby Carol Lynn Grellas Before Tomorrow Came In this pandemic, I’m thankful for the chanceto say, I love you, because there’s notalways tomorrow when the world’s been throwna curveball. Where’s Superman when you needhim?...
WINTER IN DELHI by Anvesh Jain
WINTER IN DELHIby Anvesh Jain
Tuesdays are to Anjaneyar
I wish I didn’t have to thinkAbout my hands coiled in red string,Performing ablutions on a dirty mugAs...