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 dam that he loved on sight...
KINDER-WHORE By Deanna M. Lehman
KINDERWHOREby Deanne M. Lehman(an excerpt)
I was born into a world of darkness and my mother was the moon. Cold and unsmiling, she stood illuminated by her man of the moment, many faces changing throughout...
HE LOVES ME, HE LOVES ME NOT By Michele Sprague
HE LOVES ME. HE LOVES ME NOTBy Michele Sprague
Twenty years ago I couldn’t get enough of him. We talked for hours and never ran out of things to say. We greeted each other with...
THE PHILOSOPHY OF IRONY IN GREEK CULTURE By Dimitra Tsourou
THE PHILOSOPHY OF IRONY IN GREEK CULTUREby Dimitra Tsourou This article stems from my dissatisfaction with the available interpretations of irony in Greek culture. A further difficulty in understanding “Greek irony” results from the inability...
AND THE WIND by Kevin Gillam
AND THE WINDBy Kevin Gillam
and the wind
the wind blew through us. we were small thatday, there and not. sea was scuffed, frothed, whipped,
smear of land far out where blue skirts blue.wind blew through us....
STRANGERS ON A TRAIN by James K. Zimmerman
STRANGERS ON A TRAINBy James K. Zimmerman
Midflight
that old manbecause he can'tget his bag downfrom the overhead bin
because he can'tunzip it with bulgingknuckles and neuropathicfingers
because he can'tfind the whateverhe was looking forin it with eyesthat...
SUNRISE KID by Ross Jackson
SUNRISE KIDBy Ross Jackson
Sunrise kid
his line of sight between smooth creamvee of sugar gum’s double trunkwhiskers sprout radii of goldfrom puckered areola of sunpulls on his pistol, fires one outa messy shot which dries...
AS MEN by Talon Florig
AS MENBy Talon Florig
As MenAs men we are taught that a woman’s walls are to be conquered, their gates to be crashed. We learn that only in the thrill of the hunt will we...
A DUAL PERSPECTIVE by Patrick Erickson
A DUAL PERSPECTIVEBy Patrick Erickson A DUAL PERSPECTIVEDoes the edge of gloryreally work?Are you skittish?Are you skirtingthe edgewalking the walktoeing the line?Does it glowlike the glowwormlike its doubleits wormholeits twinlike those lighting stripsthat direct youdown...
ANOTHER HOME POEM by Daniel Ruefman
ANOTHER HOME POEMBy Daniel Ruefman Another Home PoemAre homes places to which we clinglonger than we should,as if we are paint chips flakingfrom the doorjambs,or foam insulation bleedingthrough the seams of splintered siding.Or are they...