TALES OF PEPPER By Bettina Rotenberg
TALES OF PEPPERby Bettina Rotenberg
June 27, 2018
Pepper was my heart, my soul, the spirit of my life. He animated my bed, the red easy chair in the living room, his bowls on the kitchen...
SURVIVE. LIVE By Edward Lee
SURVIVE. LIVEBy Edward Lee
Like too many fathers across the globe I only get to see my daughter every second weekend. Out of 336 hours, I get 30. Before, as a stay at home dad,...
EXCERPT: A REVIEW OF “ABSOLUTELY, POSITIVELY 4th STREET” By Brenda Yates
EXCERPT: A REVIEW OF “ABSOLUTELY, POSITIVELY 4th STREET”by Brenda Yates
…as for the title poem, it, too, keeps to itself. In fact, nothing is known of “I” at the outset (perhaps expected by now of...
IN DA NANG WITH DANA By Roberto Loiederman
A WASTE OF BREATHby Roberto Loiederman November, 1967 -- Da Nang, VietnamI looked over the railing. I’d just smoked half a joint after having swallowed small, measured amounts of Dexedrine and Valium, so I was...
WHEN’S MOM GETTING HOME by Alex de Cruz
WHEN'S MOM GETTING HOMEby Alex de Cruz
I slowly drove the car with my three young children along the frozen-dirt road that ran between the rows of trees. We were at a Christmas tree farm,...
BLUEBEARD’S TREASURE By Joseph Albanese
BLUEBEARD'S TREASUREby Joseph Albanese
There was treasure in those woods. He knew it. Even at five-years old, he knew it. There were ghosts in those woods as well. He knew this too.The Boy knew this...
MILK DUTY By John L. Stanizzi
MILK DUTYby John L. Stanizzi St. Mary’s was a tiny, predominantly Irish-Catholic school – first through eighth grade. There were thirty-one kids in my graduating class -- 1962. There was Armstrong. Flaherty. McGowan. Lynch. O’Connor. ...