Lifts Her Like A Chalice by Donal Mahoney The weekday Mass at 6 a.m. brings the old folks out from bungalows around the church. They move like caterpillars down sidewalks, some with canes, some on walkers. Father Doyle says the... Continue Reading →
Scorn by Douglas Richardson for protection I kept a rusty nail in a beat-up Betty Boop tote bag and twirled my frizzy hair; barnacles under the boardwalk made me cry my goal early in life was to spot the farthest... Continue Reading →
Before by Matt Randall I still remember that summer the hot June days eating blackberries on your mother’s back porch paying no attention to the clouds slowly gathering like old women at a garage sale in that world our days... Continue Reading →
Disco Nostalgia by Catherine Giordano The soundtrack of my youth. The music summons waves of nostalgia. The Queen of Disco, Donna Summer, died Thursday, Disco— slick, polished, relentless, visceral, all about music’s primal element, the beat. Donna Summer had the... Continue Reading →
On a Day Like Today by Anne Britting Oleson The honey glaze of a doughnut glues my fingers to one another, to the paper, to this moment. I try, inexplicably, to extricate myself from this mess of my own making, wiping... Continue Reading →
It Must Be Like This to Be Homeless by Ann Haynes I don't want to be nice anymore: pleasant. professional. kind. polite. smiling. considerate. seemly. I want to hunker down in the depths of my self and surprise everyone. here's... Continue Reading →
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