LAMP LIGHT by Craig Kennedy
LAMP LIGHTby Craig Kennedy
Neighbors I Have Known
Robbiewho never held a job but didn’t discuss it with meTommywho wanted to write a bookAdrianwho chased birds...
COULD A LOVER LOVE MY MUSE by Jan Little
COULD A LOVER LOVE MY MUSEby Jan Little
Could a Lover Love My Muse?
My muse mocks my left-brained worldWith its trudging logical meetingDaily objectives on...
HIBLER by Matt Stevenson
HIBLERby Matt Stevenson
The Dead Men
Somewhere in Michigan there’s a few hundredmen buried in the woods. Some with theirheads shot off; others have just lost...
DOOR AJAR by Fabrice Poussin
DOOR AJARby Fabrice Poussin Door AjarLosing direction I sighed againmade of what he imagined in a late nightlittle me at dawn in the river of torrentialpassions cooled to the icy granite rock.I plunged...
IF ONLY by Brian C. Felder
IF ONLYby Brian C. Felder Call Us A Work In ProgressLife, with all its moving parts,is a profoundly complicated business ~a ‘process’, as people are fond of saying ~most often experienced in a...
MY GRANDMOTHER’S BRIEF INVENTORY OF UNNATURAL DISASTERS IN SINGAPORE by Cyril Wong
MY GRANDMOTHER’S BRIEF INVENTORY OF UNNATURAL DISASTERS IN SINGAPOREBy Cyril Wong
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Of course, I remember my husbandas a young man – sleeked-back hair,his taller frame,...
MY GRANDMOTHER’S BRIEF INVENTORY
MY GRANDMOTHER’S BRIEF INVENTORY OF UNNATURAL DISASTERS IN SINGAPOREBy Cyril Wong
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Of course, I remember my husbandas a young man – sleeked-back hair,his taller frame,...
WITHOUT YOU by Ann Christine Tabaka
WITHOUT YOUby Ann Christine Tabaka
Without You
A thousand years agoit came to be, or so itseems. It spit my heartin two, or so it felt.
THE BRIDE by Wally Swist
THE BRIDEby Wally Swist Salutations: after Antonio Porchia for Richard Shaw 1.The fields are buttercuppedand edged with ragged robin. We've entered the realmof the subtle variegations of the colors of summer. 2.Wishing you well on a mid-June...
SURVIVAL BALLAD by Michael Atkinson
SURVIVAL BALLADby Michael Atkinson
Investigations
“All detectives are in love, and all detectivestories have beds.”– Guillermo Calderon,screenplay for Neruda
All detective stories are clocks,...
