Editorial
We all know that change is inevitable and the time has come for Masque and Spectacle to bid a fond farewell to two of our esteemed editors, Rob Stauffer and Bill Gillard. Rob… Continue reading
Marie Kondo–Anne Whitehouse
Bringing orderinto home and workplacemakes room for hope.Our clutter of thingsis a clutter of emotionsthat overwhelm us. Marie Kondo arrives like a fairyfrom another realm.Her black hair, cut neatlybelow her ears, shines like… Continue reading
The Horses in Central Park–Paul Hufker
Cast of CharactersSNOWY: A nearly all-white horseHOPE: A nearly all-gray horse SceneCentral Park, a sunny day TimePresent Lights up on:A white horse and a gray horse, both wearing blinders, are drawing a carriage… Continue reading
Toneless Voice of My Mother–Nicole Zdeb
I replay a conversation with my father, the wordsetched on tablets I lug up and down the mountainI don’t think I want kidsYou are a teenager for chrissakesBut I don’t even like kids … Continue reading
My Life–Michael Lee Johnson
My life began with a skeleton with a smile and bubbling eyesin my garden of dandelions.Everything else fell off the edge,a jigsaw puzzle piece cut in half.When young, I pressedagainst my mother’s breast,but youthful… Continue reading
Holes in the Roster — Dan Fleshler
During our journey to find sand hill cranes, as we rumbled on Route 80 past the grassy inclines west of Davenport Iowa, Katie and I listened to the Cubs’ opening day game against… Continue reading
Reading bell–S. E. Chandler
I found myself in the pages of her Bone Black childhood,misfit and lonely.But I wasn’t alone. I borrowed bell hooks’ memoir from the library;it was marked with pencil throughout.Through the reader’s notes, I… Continue reading
Friend Request from a Late Artist–Mark J. Mitchell
In memory of Suzie O. Well, I’m glad you asked. Your face blooms. My eyeswere briefly surprised before the sad fact returned me to morning. I get to missyou again, lost sister. I’ll… Continue reading
CHAINS and SNOW and SEX–F. Scott Hess
Snow whipped the highway, viciously, so thick against the windshield anything more than three meters away appeared suddenly, like a terrifying apparition. The wipers swished, barely able to keep up with the constant… Continue reading
Calls–Elizabeth Bates
Eggs stare back at me, distinct blue, like piercing eyes throughthe forest undergrowth. The nest begs for help. To get back where it belongs. To get back to what it is becoming. Out… Continue reading
Cienfuegos — J. Haase Vetter
My father told me it was his mother, my grandmother, who first opened his eyes to the truth. “Listen,” she had said, “what do you hear?” He remembered it was morning, and they… Continue reading
Invisible Deluge–John Paul Caponigro
Well of dark effluence inchoate,the past burns now, the future with it.A present power hunger consumes itselfbloating new waves to oblivion. One fall in the sky;atmospheres river with carbon, shuddering unsequestered descents, relentlessly writhing fevers.… Continue reading
Braving the Brontës–Kristin Czarnecki
Opening my beautiful volume of Wuthering Heights and Jane Eyre one night, thoughts rushed through my head like winds sweeping over the moors. First among them was that my father had held this… Continue reading
Whereupon I am Visited by the Boat-Master in My Dreams–Jason Ryberg
An old white man with an old banjo, playing Old Black Joein a rowboat, drifting through mist on a river at dawn,somewhere, where water lilies have completely claimedboth sides of the bank, up… Continue reading
Artwork–Michael Lee Johnson
***Michael Lee Johnson lived ten years in Canada during the Vietnam era. Today he is a poet in the greater Chicagoland area, IL. He has 266 YouTube poetry videos. Michael Lee Johnson is an internationally… Continue reading
Disney Movies Ruined My Life–Joan Mazza
The messages promised rescueto the girl who’s been abused, ignored.She’s discovered no matter whereshe’s been hiding, soon revealedas beautiful and wanted, smart. The liberation isn’t easy, with scaryobstacles to overcome: witches, snakes,or poison… Continue reading
Box of Lies: based on the journals of Anais Nin–Karin Diann Williams
An upscale airport bar. OR, a distinguished-looking man in his sixties, sits at the bar with a glass ofwine. ANAIS, a slight, beautiful woman in her forties,enters and sits next to him. She… Continue reading
Two Poems–John Tustin
Take a Moment Take a moment.Take a momentand close your eyes.Close your eyesand pet the cat –the cat you lovedthat died of leukemiawhen you were twelve.Remember when you were sickand she slept at… Continue reading
Sunday on a Whim–Douglas Cole
Squirrels are eating the insulation.The back door is wide open—but the black cloud has passed over.Why so sullen, face on the wall?You need a strategy to get from hereto the car. It’s quiet… Continue reading
At the Wheel–Holly Day
The clay warps and grows smooth beneath my hands, opens intoA mouth I can pour my day into. Inside this pot between my handsIs a prison for the fights I walked away from,… Continue reading
On a Lark’s Carousel–Keith Kennedy
Desultory stories of sultry disputation Perfunctory functions of defunct performers Superficial fiscal superlatives soured by fickle superfluityCareless lessons on a lark’s carousel, lest calls leave lasting impressions ***Keith Kennedy is a Pushcart… Continue reading
Canvas Human–Akela Munsey
He has no eyes, no mouth, no nose.No fingers,no toes.A canvas dollwith mittens and socks.Rough but soft.And very tall.He is frighteningLooming in the hallway there.Still, somehow, I am convinced;He has a heart. ***Akela… Continue reading
CYPRESS AS SELF-PORTRAIT–ALEINA GRACE EDWARDS
No doubt Woman is sometimes a light, a glance, an invitation to happiness, sometimes just aword; but above all she is a general harmony. — Charles Baudelaire, “Woman” Driving into San Francisco… Continue reading
HOW TWO PASSENGERS ABOARD THE GUY V. MOLINARI FELL IN LOVE–BARA SWAIN
TIME:3:00am, present PLACE:Outside the railing of the Staten Island Ferry CAST:WOMAN: 20s-30s, attractive. She is not a good listener and has a very short fuse. MAN: Mid-20s to 30s. He is well-mannered and… Continue reading
Egress–Mike Dillon
There’s a path through the woodsdappled with the bright shillings of sunlightbefore the woods deepen and the afternoon darkens —the path I’ve been on since my first breathsipped our cryptic aloneness. I will… Continue reading
MY MOTHER IN THE AFTERLIFE–ADRIENNE PINE
When my mother died, the vast weather of anger surrounding her like a force of naturedissolved and disappeared as if overnight. The change was astonishing. My father had his difficulties,but a constant… Continue reading
A DINNER BELL RINGS–MARJ O’NEILL-BUTLER
CAST OF CHARACTERS CARRIE Wife of Brian 28-65 FBRIAN Husband of Carrie 30-67 M SETTING:Carrie and Brian’s kitchen counter. TIME:Mornings. PLAYWRIGHT NOTE: If desired, the play can be cast with six actors by… Continue reading
Transfixion–Kiana Angalia
Squid. I am transfixed by her. I knew she could create, but not in this way. As complex as Iendeavour to create. I follow her. Watch her work her magic. From afar down… Continue reading
Squirrel–John Grey
Of all the crittersin the animal kingdom,the squirrel is my closest relative.Not the great apebut the gray-furred,bushy-tailed, dark-eyed rodentwith the yellow teeth.He’s the one who sharesmy plot of land,raises his familyin the tree… Continue reading