THE YOUNG AND MAGICAL MAGICIAN — SUSAN WOODRING
That year for Christmas, their fifteen-year-old son asked for a magic kit. But neither parent thought this was a good idea. Brandon was too old for such a toy. The dad was embarrassed… Continue reading
DIALOGUE WITH GEORGIA O’KEEFFE IV: Feast For The Dead–Patricia Meek
Why do you weep for me? I am everywhere. 1. I whisper this epitaph through whistle bone on the impossible climb to God’s table laden with the gifts I’ve prepared deep within my… Continue reading
2 poems — Kevin Heaton
BRING ME MY SHEAVES Sunshowers spit-shined the shark’s tooth that gutted Kansas’ only diamondback. You were just a puff adder feigning rattles— scavenging rat droppings for field mice in bales of switchgrass. I… Continue reading
Pictures — Laura Kathleen Marsico
Click Image to Enlarge. *** Laura Kathleen Marsico is a fan of animals, music and plants. She is living in Pittsburgh, PA while attempting to solve a few of life’s mysteries.
AGAINST LETHE — RUTH FOLEY
And what of the disappeared? What of the moments rising from the bottom of the spring In fever, we found each other once, like drowning men scraping their fingers raw against the rocks… Continue reading
1:00 AM Beneath Bronze Arches — Yermiyahu Ahron Taub
And even though she was renowned throughout the region for her souffles supreme so sweet so savory so fluffy some of which she filled with jams crafted from fruit— apples, peaches, strawberries, and… Continue reading
CHEMO/LAWN — S.L. WISENBERG
We want to believe, and do, that the hair springs back, like that, after chemo, that it knows that it’s safe to return. We remember the oncology resident saying, I remember you,… Continue reading
Fairy Prose — Laura Madeline Wiseman
BLUE BOOK FAIRIES The fairies show me their tails. They bend over in uttanasana and hold their big toes, butts like knees in the air under statin fabric. Two of them stand and… Continue reading
FEATURED ARTIST — Jennifer Moore
ARTIST STATEMENT In my work, I attempt to investigate an unworldly narrative that exists only within the confines of my photographic frame. I also seek to explore the notion of consequences. Themes typically… Continue reading
3 poems — Ellen Elder
IN A SALVADOR DALI PAINTING I have sex with ghosts (she says). You look better as a clam shell (he says). Love me ripe into a pomegranate. The waltz of a camel. I… Continue reading
DREAMS OF NOTHING — Frederick Pollack
1 The rent is paid, which has the status of a miracle, self-wrought, his alone; or an escape, however brief. He draws the shades, so that in time he will imagine a day… Continue reading
RHODES TOWN — Mark Lewandowski
I found myself wandering Rhodes Old Town not too long ago, and even though it was my fourth time there in the past week, I was satisfyingly lost within ten minutes. Twilight oozed… Continue reading
DESTRUCTION/HUNGER –Amber Nelson
The basic reason for my life is that there comes a time when I am guided by a great hunger. ~ Clarice Lispector, The Breath of Life “When I feel hunger, I have… Continue reading
11 Photographs — Michael Yatsko
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3 poems — Tim Kahl
THE ALPENHORN The herders sounded all is well to the Kingdom Hall below in the valley, where both halves of the mind are held together by the lessons learned from Abraham. They are… Continue reading
SMITHSONIAN–Mark Lamoureux
I. Victor Ekpuk slave narrative face tracings dissolve into a black blood tsunami, benches like coffins, eviscerated by the gold trade; masks are discrete beings. Punu link the white-faced masks with female beauty,… Continue reading
YOU IN YOUR SEA COSTUME — Robin Morrissey
1. This is a study of you as the sea. This is a way of seeing your surface reflect the depths from whose waves roll reveries & loneliness; where I see my watery… Continue reading
2 audio poems — Tendai Mwanaka
THE CHOICE IS NOT MINE *** IN THIS SEA *** Tendai Mwanaka’s collection of poetry titled Voices from Exile was published by Lapwing Publications, Northern Ireland in 2010. His novel Keys in the… Continue reading
2 poems — Gale Acuff
A MAN WHO MEANS BUSINESS Tomorrow I have to go to Sunday School and see Miss Hooker, she’s my teacher and I hate loving her as much as I do God since that’s… Continue reading