The Other Grandma by Ann Haynes I heard about her, all my life. Just a devil, bane of my father's existence, judgement personified. (He'd married a Jew. So I am a Jew.) Not the Nice One. The Other Grandmother. Nana.... Continue Reading →
Just wanted to let everyone know that Poetry Breakfast is on hold for right now. I have not even looked at the site or any submissions since we began preparations for Hurricane Sandy more than a week ago. While my... Continue Reading →
BLACKBERRY Kenny Fame That stunning body design. She text him into every line of her palm; exceed all available space. He’s built stronger than the stench of urine in any New York City Housing Project elevator. Much tougher to get... Continue Reading →
Premature Yearning by Matt Dantes Telephone rings and I am seven and sleeping in my own bed and across the way is my little brother. He wakes up before I do and the clock blinks red the phone bounces. My... Continue Reading →
A Fine Wine by Anthony Ward These finely aged novels, Stored like bottles in a cellar, Become all the more portent with maturity. You want to drink their contents, Be intoxicated by their words, Until they have you speaking so... Continue Reading →
The Sleepover by Tricia McCallum A Friday morning, Grade Six, and all anyone could hear was the conspiratorial talk of the girls’ sleepover planned for that night. I kept waiting for the tap on my shoulder, the invite whispered in... Continue Reading →
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