A WILD CHILD By Pamela Carter
A WILD CHILD
By Pamela Carter
I grew up in the 1950s in a small log cabin located in an inter-mountain valley west of Denver. Our lives were primitive; all our water had to be hauled...
BRILLIANT CORNERS: AN EXPERIMENT IN VISUAL PROSODY By Michael Milburn
BRILLIANT CORNERS: An Experiment in Visual Prosodyby Michael Milburn
I was naked without my line ends.Robert Lowell, letter to Elizabeth Bishop
A few years ago I found myself adjusting the line lengths in my poems,...
OUR BEAUTIFUL TAHOMA by Mike Nolan
Our Beautiful Tahoma
by Mike Nolan
When my grandmother was hospitalized, I received a phone call from my dad. “Drop what you’re doing and drive home,” he instructed me. “Grandma’s in intensive care and not expected...
IN SICKNESS AND IN HEALTH By Emily Wanko
IN SICKNESS AND IN HEALTHby Emily Wanko This is that thing you see in the news, and you think, “That will never happen to me”. Your mind has to disassociate yourself from it in order...
THE ASHUWILLTICOOK TRAIL, THE OLD MAN’S LAST RIDE by Wayne Bizer
The Ashuwillticook Trail, The Old Man’s Last Ride
By Wayne Bizer
As he removed his bike from the trunk of his car, the old man thought everything must come to an end. Like him, the bike...
THE RIVER ROSE by Meg Jerit
The River Rose
Things started to feel differently. A rash began to creep up my neck. A knowing was gnawing inside of me, but it eluded my fingertips daily so that I could not...
THE SAD, IRONIC FATE OF SULLIVAN BALLOU by Frank Emerson
THE SAD, IRONIC FATE OF SULLIVAN BALLOU
Of all the letters associated with the American Civil War, two stand out as arguably the most beautiful and touching – certainly the best known. Abraham Lincoln's poignant,...
ANXIETY & SYNCHRONICITY: LIVING IN THE REAL WORLD By Wally Swist
ANXIETY & SYNCHRONICITY: LIVING IN THE REAL WORLDBy Wally Swist
The concept of synchronicity was initially posited by the psychoanalyst C. G. Jung as being an incident in our lives that reveals itself as a...
TASTING NOTES by Shanti L. Nelson
We’re deep into our routine when quarantine hits. Once a week, chocolate cake and instant coffee. Black with two white sugars, never brown. He’s always taken it this way. “Since the war.” Since his...
THE PEOPLE I USED TO KNOW By Nate Tulay
POSTMODERN MUDby Iggy J. Louis
In Lieu Introductions and FrontiersA perfect ideology is as rare as common sense. There are near a billion perspectives when looking at what’s wrong with the current station of...