Magic It must be some kind of sorcery, how we all dip into the same alphabet-palette of 26 letters, and one man comes out with word-paintings that create phantoms to fear, while another's words point to the infinity of the... Continue Reading →
Poetry Breakfast would like to congratulate the following poets. Though it was difficult for us to choose only six poems to nominate for the Best of the Net Award, we narrowed it down to these: Birthday Present by Joan McNerney By... Continue Reading →
Moving In When I first moved to this neighborhood, life came abruptly to my bed every morning and dragged me into its river. I had to wake up to find my way, the old maps weren’t any good! Houses, sky,... Continue Reading →
Jazz Kahuna * I heard my friend Pa-ool play jazz guitar last night. His hands are a poet with voice eloquent as Lincoln's— in his own way, of course. Watching his fingers move, I move across water with him on... Continue Reading →
EPIPHANY by Max Reif I like to read a short story not so much for the theme or plot, but for when in the middle of it all the character, whoever he or she happens to be, takes a moment... Continue Reading →
DESERT MIRACLE by Max Reif Whose hand has washed the desert sand and polished every leaf on every bush? Who cleaned the sky and brushed the distant hills, and placed each pebble where it needs to be? And how did... Continue Reading →
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