SOMEPLACE WARM by Paul-John Ramos
SOMEPLACE WARMby Paul-John Ramos
1About every 20 to 30 minutes, I put my hand on the radiators and pipes. It was usually bedroom radiator on the far right, pipe running down through the bathroom, then...
KAZANTZAKIS AT HOME by Larry Smith
KAZANTZAKIS AT HOMEby Larry Smith
He was so old that some of the kids said he took the very first shit that ever made the olives grow. Many of the people on the block believed...
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A MEETING WITH THE PIG by Carolyn Soyars
A MEETING WITH THE PIGby Carolyn Soyars
Give not that which is holy unto the dogs, neither cast ye your pearls before swine, lest they trample them under their feet, and turn again and rend...
A FEW DOZEN EGGS by John Wells
A FEW DOZEN EGGSby John Wells
He is standing in the batter’s box in Oriole Park at Camden Yards facing Roger Clemens wearing a Baltimore Orioles uniform. The bases are loaded in the bottom of...
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GRACELAND by Shawn Van Horn
GRACELANDby Shawn Van Horn
Sometimes, on the worst days, I walk the paved trails that snake through Graceland Cemetery. No king rests there, just thousands of us everyday paupers. Graceland calms me when I need...
BECAUSE IT FELT GOOD by Nikki Munoz
BECAUSE IT FELT GOODby Nikki Munoz
Have you ever felt halved? You think that you find someone that you can share your life with. And you think that that entails being the person’s other half,...
BLUE FEATHERS by Evan Massey
BLUE FEATHERSby Evan Massey
Sharon wanted to go out west to try her hand at movies. She told me she was done with school.“It’s not for me,” she said.She said, that she had wasted two...
TIN SOLDIER by Toni Morgan
TIN SOLDIERby Toni Morgan
We all stared at the words San Ignacio painted on a piece of weathered wood nailed to a stake pounded into the ground. An arrow pointed toward the mountains.“Jesus, that road looks worse...
BAD DAYS COME IN DOZENS by Gabriel Sage
BAD DAYS COME IN DOZENSby Gabriel Sage
I’ve always gotten lost or mistaken directions. It’s been happening as long as I can remember. My internal compass completely broken – a sundial at night. I was...
AQUARIUS by Robert Perron
AQUARIUSby Robert Perron
Rita appears in Stan's doorway forearms extended, middle fingers raised. A faded AC/DC T-shirt—red thunderbolt on black background—hangs past her knees. She's short, thinks Stan, but who isn’t these days? The last...