ALPHABESTIARY by Omer Wissman
Alphabestiary
Omer Wissman
A is almost the emblem of anarchy, but its structure, like language itself, is fairly hierarchical, with narrow one percent nadir and top triangle superstructure over an empty as alienated base. As a...
THE PUSH by Dan Shiffman
The Push
My family had been friends with Laura’s family since I was in elementary school, but I am five years older, and so we didn’t have very much to do with each other as...
SLOWLY SLIDING by Jennifer Hildebrandt
December 29, 2016, Updated Death Wishes
You don’t have to mourn or carry on or weep or pace. Get over it. I’m dying. Talk to me. Tell me to hurry the hell up. Or take...
CAGED CITY by Kristal Peace
a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
Several years ago, I visited Detroit, Michigan. I have no plan to do that again. Ever. Driving into Detroit from a surrounding...
PERCY SHELLEY’S POETRY By Matthew Ross
PERCY SHELLEY’S POETRYby Matthew Ross
Non-Linear Temporality and Causality, Trans-Dimensional Space, and the Struggle to Grasp it All; Percy Bysshe Shelley, a Pioneer
A to B. Water freezes into ice – fire boils the former and...
NOVEMBER SURPRISE By Gabrielle Rivard
NOVEMBER SURPRISEby Gabrielle Rivard
November 7
I took Harry to nursery school on Monday morning. He was happy to leave me and ran into the living room of the old house in Southeast Portland to the...
ROAD TRIP by Elizabeth Bernays
Road Trip
“I want to take you camping in the motorhome.”
“Really?” I replied doubtfully. My background of camping involved long hikes with a backpack with sleeping bag and dried food. The crowded RV parks along...
MUCH TOO YOUNG Gary E. Calhoun, PhD
The story starts in a working class neighborhood in the shadows of downtown Jacksonville. Among a row of houses where the families live week to week and at times day to day a young...
SONOGRAM IN MEDIA RES – By Carla Arellano
SONOGRAM IN MEDIAS RESBy Carla E. Arellano
Today, I said the words, “My abortion…” and I stopped. They tumbled out of my heart and fell out of my lips. I was on a phone call...
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...